tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466152334112467242024-03-12T19:28:31.000-07:00Steph's Super BlogThe crazy happenings of my interesting lifesuper15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-64299902839599144542011-01-16T14:38:00.001-08:002011-01-16T14:39:50.649-08:00Gold’s Gym<p>So since I’ve been home, I decided to start working out right after I get off work.  When I first decided to move home I wasn’t sure where I wanted to work out.  I was debating between Lifetime, South Jordan Rec. Center, and Gold’s Gym.  So the first place I decided to investigate was Gold’s Gym.  Somehow they managed to get me to sign a 2-year contract before I was out the door.  Ugh.  I walked out of there feeling sick to my stomach.  What had I gotten myself into?  TWO YEAR COMMITMENT???  I wanted to barf right there.  So after I passed the want-to-barf regret phase, I decided to chill out and make the most of this contract and start going to the gym everyday.  So far I have been pretty happy with this place.  There is a SAWEEET cardio cinema area  where I can work out while watching Transformers or Anchorman (for some reason it seems like those are the only movies they have there).  They also have basketball so I can still keep my game up every once in a while (I can barely make it up and down the court these days).  </p> <p>So far it has been great.  There’s one thing I’ve noticed there that is kind of weird and creepy:  ALL THE GUYS THERE LOOK THE SAME.  I saw this picture and it made me laugh…<img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://www.lindadang.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/tool.jpg" width="362" height="290" /></p> super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-89320288389048897142011-01-09T21:51:00.001-08:002011-01-09T22:35:40.524-08:00Cedar City: A Tribute<p><font size="2">S</font><font size="2">o I have this small problem…I suck at blogging.  I am not a regular blogger at all, but I am working on it.  Holy cazoli my life has changed so much over the past month it’s insane.  I graduated from SUU and moved home.  It was INSANE being out of the small little Cedar and back in the big city.  I’ve learned that I’ve developed a slight fear of large crowds and freeway traffic…but hopefully I get over that soon.  I am going to miss Cedar.  </font></p> <p><font size="2"> Speaking of Cedar City, over the past 3 1/2 years I’ve become somewhat of an expert on this cute little town.  To be honest, when I first moved there I nicknamed the town Cedar-Shitty (excuse my language)…but I have since learned my initial assumptions couldn’t be more wrong.  This little town has A LOT to offer.  For those of you currently living in Cedar or are thinking of heading down to this wonderful little town, here are a few things you must know…</font></p> <p><font size="2">1-<strong>If you don’t have gangster clothes, get some</strong>.  I’m not sure why, but gangster parties seem to be the cool thing in Cedar.  </font></p> <p><font size="2">2-Get accustomed to hanging out in Wally World, aka WAL-MART.  Whether it be during the week or on a Friday night, wandering aimlessly around this store is apparently the cool thing to do.</font></p> <p><font size="2">3-If you’re planning on dating anyone at all that lives in Cedar, do everything in your power to make it a smooth breakup with as little drama as possible.  <font color="#ff0000">WARNING:  YOU WILL BUMP INTO YOUR EX LOVERS</font>…that’s just part of the deal in Cedar.  So sobby, sappy breakups or hard feelings can lead to an awkward run in at Wally World the next day.  That’s just how it goes, be warned.</font></p> <p><font size="2">4-Figure out where the hoppin’ “bonfire behind the golf course” place is.  You will go there at least 20 times in your first year there.  Guaranteed.</font></p> <p><font size="2">5-School dances are dirty and sweaty.  Avoid those if possible, or if you must go-wear a toilet seat around your waist.  I’m not sure why, but for some reason bumpers and grinders are not into girls with toilet seats around their waists.</font></p> <p><font size="2">6-Firesides are a good place to check everyone out, so if you decide to go, be lookin’ <strong>fly</strong>.</font></p> <p><font size="2">Hopefully these few pointers have been beneficial to someone reading this.  The last thing I want to leave in my Cedar Tribute is this place is amazing.  I’ve learned that what makes this town so great town aren’t the THINGS there (shopping, fun attractions, etc.) but the PEOPLE.   I met SO MANY awesome, nice, inspiring, people in my 3 1/2 years there.  I couldn’t have ever imagined I would have come to this place with not one SINGLE friend and left with so many great friends who have touched my life in so many ways.  Thanks to everyone I knew in Cedar for making my experience SO great.  These are just a few of the amazing people (in no particular order) I came to know and love who had an impact on my life at one point or another.  Love you all!</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TSqeV-_5ojI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gbo1OyVxS3k/s1600-h/269%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; 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border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN09132" border="0" alt="DSCN09132" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TSqlJVySmwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mWnv0TCzyrs/DSCN09132_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="236" /></a> </p> <p><font size="2"> Wow I started doing this and realized it would really take me FOREVER to get pictures of every single person who has had an impact on my life down at school, so thanks to EVERYONE (pictured and not pictured) who I’ve gotten to know at school.  It’s been real.</font></p> <p><font size="2"><strong>Any-hoo</strong>-After two weeks of emotional breakdowns, staring mindlessly at walls, and countless hours of Modern Family, House Hunters, and The Office…I decided to get a job.  (Okay, the transition hasn’t been THAT bad…but you get the idea).  Luckily I got hooked up with an awesome job at an awesome company called </font><a href="http://seo.com/"><font color="#0000ff" size="2">seo.com</font></a><font size="2">.  I specialize in Search Engine Optimization (hence the name SEO) and lots of  other computer stuff I don’t feel like blabbing about.  It’s been rad. I was also able to head to California and hang with the fam there and see my awesome cousin Seth get married and spend lots of time with my grandparents and family members.</font></p> <p><font size="2">All in all it’s been a great wrap up to 2010 and an awesome start to 2011.  Sorry this blog wasn’t very funny.  :)</font></p> super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-11964568439761582062010-10-06T16:27:00.000-07:002010-10-06T16:42:55.647-07:00Feeling Nostalgic....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TK0JU8-r6KI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yWYWDCv0I4M/s1600/britney.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TK0JU8-r6KI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yWYWDCv0I4M/s320/britney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525082573424552098" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TK0IWns4_TI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ttVDxIt6t4I/s1600/backstreet.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TK0IWns4_TI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ttVDxIt6t4I/s320/backstreet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525081502560877874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TK0GMUJUynI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eZQDQsssLkg/s1600/nsync.gif"><img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TK0GMUJUynI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eZQDQsssLkg/s320/nsync.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525079126489483890" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I went on a weekend road trip up to Salt Lake and was able to listen to some GOOD tunes along the way. After jamming out to Nysnc, Backstreet, BBMak and Britney for a good 3 hours I thought I would be ungrateful if I didn't write about them.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I love NSYNC. I love Backstreet, I love any kind of music from the '90s. It's amazing how one song can take you back to the good old days. I have always loved JT. I remember being smitten over them in elementary and middle school. My good friend had a sticker of Lance on her <b>RETAINER</b>. No lie. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So here's to the awesome music from my childhood. JT and Lance especially, I love you. I miss this good music!</div></div>super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-63994040311779552010-09-26T07:04:00.000-07:002010-09-26T07:12:46.110-07:00Fall!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TJ9T5sEkeKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mbOI-6d5ZYY/s1600/ugg-boots-w-shorts1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TJ9T5sEkeKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mbOI-6d5ZYY/s320/ugg-boots-w-shorts1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521223918727493794" /></a><br />Fall is coming...and I am THRILLED. I absolutely love it when the leaves change and the weather starts to cool down. I love scarf season-I have a collection of scarves and I love getting all cute-sied up in my fall clothes! I bought a saWEET leather jacket on clearance from Wilson's Leather on the 4th of July and I've been waiting for almost four months to wear it! I love driving up the canyon and looking at the pretty leaves, and going to football games and starting to see your breath in the morning. It's just a good time. <div><br /><div><br /></div><div>However...</div><div><br /></div><div>This time of the year with the weather being so in-between can cause a lot of confusion. Girls now have decided they don't know whether if is fall or summer. They are excited for fall, but don't want to put their shorts away yet. This is the time where they just are so excited for fall to start they can't wait to pull those awesome boots out, but they are also in denial that it is time for the shorts to go. So instead of deciding on one or the other, they just combine the two. I find this outfit very contradicting. Make up your mind, is it fall or is it summer still?</div><div><br /></div><div>It doesn't really matter to me, just pick one.</div></div>super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-20142433399955126492010-09-22T16:33:00.000-07:002010-09-22T20:54:28.873-07:00Feelin Grateful!So today for some reason I'm feeling extra grateful. It's just a pretty day outside and I'm in some weird emotional state these days. The real inspiration behind this blog came the other night when I was hanging out with some awesome people at the library. I was talking to them when I realized my keychain flashdrive had broken off of my keys. This flash drive had all of my 4 years of college basically on it, plus some church stuff and other random things like resumes and such. <div><br /></div><div>So, being the dramatic person I am...I <b>flipped</b>. I wanted to cry. All that work and I had lost it. My awesome friends helped me look around the library, then my friend Shmee offered to help me look around outside in the dark. While retracing my footsteps from the parking lot, we found the grass I had cut across on being sprayed with sprinklers. We sort of gave up hope after that, and I was <b>super</b> bummed. I really was on the verge of tears! (Weird...I NEVER cry....haha I wish) ANYWAYS...I stopped right there and all the sudden I had an epiphany..."Earth to Steph...it's a bloody FLASH DRIVE...if that's your biggest problem right now you're ridiculous." </div><div><br /></div><div>So I thanked Shmee for helping me look for it, and walked to my car, contemplating how great my life really is.</div><div><br /></div><div>I realized that I am OVERLY dramatic about lots of things. In my Event Management class our teacher has taught us that if something goes wrong, the most important thing to automatically tell yourself is: "Nothing is a crisis". That statement also got me thinking. I'm learning that I kind of freak out about things that aren't worth freaking out about, and I just need to chill the freak out and smell the roses.</div><div><br /></div><div>So as I got to my car, I realized it was a good night. I lost a flashdrive. Boo hoo. But like I said, I realized if that was my biggest problem at the time, I've got a pretty great life.</div><div><br /></div><div>So with that said...here's my grateful list...</div><div><br /></div><div>1. The Gospel in my life-The big man upstairs is the one guy that hasn't ever let me down. No matter what's going on in my life He's always there. Things are always changing and life gets really crazy sometimes. I've had friends or family that have left me hanging, but He never has. He's the ONE person I've always been able to count on. Having the gospel in my life and knowing where I came from, what I'm doing now, and where I'm going has made me happier than I could have ever imagined!</div><div><br /></div><div>2. My family-My mom, dad, sister and brother-in-law are so great. I'll throw Courtney Campbell in there too because she's as close as family. I've come to realized that friends come and go, but no matter what your family is <b>always </b>there. </div><div><br /></div><div>3-My friends-I don't know what I did to get the <b>greatest friends </b>in the world, but I'm one lucky duck. My friends from high school are all crazy maniacs like me. I always worried that we'd grow apart after high school but even though we've all gone our seperate ways and most of them are married-we still have the same maniac personalities and have a blast whenever we get together. Since coming to college I've made some GOOD friends. Girls and guys. I'm so grateful for all of them and all the fun I have with everyone.</div><div><br /></div><div>4-Education-I never thought I'd see the day when I graduated from college, but it's almost here! Boo-ya! I'm grateful that I've had the opporunity to come to school and learn and grow. School really does suck a lot of the time and I complain A LOT about it, but I really am grateful I can learn!</div><div><br /></div><div>Those are all the mushy serious ones, now onto the less-serious but GREAT things that have added to the joy in my life lately...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">5-running</div><div style="text-align: center;">6-my crazy new girlfriends</div><div style="text-align: center;">7-ketchup</div><div style="text-align: center;">8-my own room</div><div style="text-align: center;">9-sarcasm</div><div style="text-align: center;">10-laughing HARD</div><div style="text-align: center;">11-a good book</div><div style="text-align: center;">12-mullets</div><div style="text-align: center;">13-anyone tripping, sliding, or just wiping out...especially if it's someone I know</div><div style="text-align: center;">14-fall leaves</div><div style="text-align: center;">15-sunburns</div><div style="text-align: center;">16-funny people</div><div style="text-align: center;">17-comfy shoes</div><div style="text-align: center;">18-compliments</div><div style="text-align: center;">19-Twizzlers (strawberry)</div><div style="text-align: center;">20-air-conditioners</div><div style="text-align: center;">21-people who text witty things</div><div style="text-align: center;">22-Skype</div><div style="text-align: center;">23-catching up with old buddies</div><div style="text-align: center;">24-awkwardness</div><div style="text-align: center;">25-good pictures!</div><div><br /></div><div>SO there you go. I'm one blessed girl. Thanks to everyone who's made my life rockin' lately-I love you all!</div><div><br /></div><div>OH and PS-I found my flashdrive in my car later...YES! :)</div>super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-88478104916656053282010-09-21T17:04:00.000-07:002010-09-21T17:25:08.651-07:00What Not To Do...So I always say this, but my whole life I have always been the person who learns through other people's mistakes. I really tell my mom all the time that I feel like people around me are always making stupid mistakes (little and big) and I say "Okay Stephanie...remember what happened when so-and-so did this...do NOT make that mistake!" And for the most part, I've been able to live my life without any dramatic errors. (Obviously we all make mistakes, but I'm not pregnant or anything.)<br /><br />For example. Almost everyone close to me has had a speeding ticket or an accident. I remember when I was 16 my friend had to do Traffic School for a speeding ticket. I jotted that down in my mind, "Stephanie...don't get a speeding ticket. That will suck." Then when I was younger a friend close to me stole something from the grocery store. $400 bucks down the drain for them. "Okay Steph...don't steal. It will suck." When I saw how bad my friend got hurt when crashing on a longboard, I decided to slow down. When I saw someone part their hair in the middle, I learned not to.<br /><br />The list goes on.<br /><br />Now don't get me wrong...I've had my fair share of mistakes. I am known for being super awkward sometimes, making inappropriate comments at bad times...the whole she-bang.<br /><br />BUT fortunately, like I said, all of these "mistakes" have never been anything too dramatic.<br /><br />Until Friday.<br /><br />From this post I hope everyone will learn from MY mistakes. What <strong>NOT</strong> to do if a boy tries to kiss you...<br /><br />1-<strong>Do not act like you're going to kiss him then suddenly decide not to.</strong><br />So there we were. We'll call him "Bill"...looking over Cedar. It was a beautiful night. Bill goes to kiss me, and I completely turn away. First mistake-misleading. This will lead to upsetting the boy and lots of awkwardness.<br /><br />2-<strong>Do not start to cry.</strong><br />No matter what time of the month it is, how bad your hayfever may be, or just how sincerely emotional you are, do <strong>not</strong> start to cry. This is the truly worst thing you can do. The boy will feel weird and uncomfortable and have NO idea what you're crying about, or what he should say.<br /><br />3-<strong>Do not hit the boy after rejecting him and then crying. </strong><br />This just makes things weird. No matter what you're thinking or feeling, play it cool. If you don't have "game", pretend that you do. This will avoid even more awkwardness.<br /><br />So there you go-my 1-2-3 list on what not to do. I hope everyone reading this has learned something from my experience with Bill.<br /><br />Someday I'll get game...super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-65102821928660015052010-09-04T16:39:00.001-07:002010-09-04T20:09:15.344-07:00Friends, The Gym, and SUU<p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2">So I can’t believe how quickly it has snuck up but school is back in session. I have been insanely busy lately but it’s good because it has provided me with some new material to write about. :) Before I get into making fun of stuff I think is weird, I decided I’d quickly write about what I’ve been up to. I’m taking 18 credits this semester and I’m starting to think I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. Oh well, busy is good for me! Also, I’ve made some new AWESOME sweet girlfriends. I thought I’d take a bit of time to introduce them…I’ve creepily stalked their facebooks for good pictures to add to my blog…wahaha..(evil laugh)</font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"></font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2">Kathleen Higginson: </font></span></p> <p><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=6180267&id=801070262"><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1809/158/10/801070262/n801070262_5225210_4411.jpg" width="317" height="394" /></font></span></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TILYlHhxWrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wWvH8-xkbYI/s1600-h/DSCN0911%5B3%5D.jpg"><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSCN0911" border="0" alt="DSCN0911" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TILYllbbz8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/bEmRyrjbCb0/DSCN0911_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="332" height="250" /></font></span></a><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"> </font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"></font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2">This girl is gorgeous, hillarious, and super stylin. She’s my new roomie who moved into my old room( I changed to another room, same house). We have hung out a lot and we’re already besties. She’s a big time creeper like me and has a cutie boyfriend named Allan. (It doesn’t stop the boys in Cedar from swarming her 24/7 though!) She’s an awesome friend and is greatttt to talk to!</font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"></font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2">Next we have <span>Heather Allen:</span></font></span></p> <p><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=5081894&id=606619399"><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs024.snc3/11145_214672459399_606619399_4031131_6578513_n.jpg" width="376" height="274" /></font></span></a></p> <p><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=6300141&id=606619399"><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs437.snc4/47982_459998349399_606619399_6300139_5439438_n.jpg" width="325" height="274" /></font></span></a><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8659873&id=801070262"></a></p> <p><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=6300141&id=606619399"><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"></font></span></a></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"></font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"></font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"></font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"></font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"></font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2">Once again, gorgeous. This girl is spunky, hillarious, and completely awkward like me. She’s a great friend already and we’ve had a lot of fun together. She’s a professional hair lady and gave me a beautiful golden weave the other night. We also went on a group date with some hottays the other night and totally bonded. We also decided we’re going to Thailand soon so I’m pretty excited about that. Gotta love Heather!</font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2">Last and definitely not least we have<span> Laura Thorley:</span></font></span></p> <p><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=827392&id=606461881"><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v156/39/49/606461881/n606461881_458854_3723.jpg" width="278" height="356" /></font></span></a></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"></font></span></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TILYmMjCT5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/PWO8lY_zrZs/s1600-h/DSCN09132%5B3%5D.jpg"><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSCN09132" border="0" alt="DSCN09132" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TILYmxkISdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KGtiim2w61s/DSCN09132_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="352" height="340" /></font></span></a><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"> </font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2">I absolutely love this woman. She is gorgeous, hillarious, and a major smarty. She’s a huge nerdo like me and likes to read books all the time. Probably 50% of our conversations have been about books we have read, are currently reading, or want to read! We are planning on starting an SUU book club (half joking, half serious) and we’re super stoked about it! </font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2">So these are my new favorite people in a nutshell! I absolutely love all of these ladies. Now moving on…</font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2">School has STARTED.</font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2">I can’t believe it.</font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2">Since I’m not playing basketball this year I decided it would be good for me to get a gym pass. SO I’ve gone to the gym a few times since school has started and I can’t HANDLE IT THERE. I’m trying to figure out when the fewest amount of people are there so I can go when it’s nearly empty so I don’t go crazy. Don’t get me wrong, I love the gym. I love working out, I love that feeling you get after you’ve worked up a good sweat and know you put in a good effort that day!</font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2">What I can’t stand are the girls, (and boys) who go there to meet each other.</font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2">Seriously, there are so many girls who get all prettied up, go walk on the treadmill for 5 minutes, then spend the rest of the time walking around talking to boys. I’m not sure why, but this AGGRAVATES ME! I just feel like going bazerko on them. </font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2">Then there are the guys.</font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2">There are two types of guys at this gym: guys that only go there to look at girls, or guys that only go there to look at themselves.</font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2">I have yet to find a happy medium here. They either stare at girls creepily until you feel uncomfortable and want to leave, or they stare at themselves in the mirror. I mean they LITERALLY just sit there and look at themselves. It’s so weird.</font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2">ANYWAYS-I am having lots of new experiences this year. Not being on the athlete side of things definitely changes a lot. I’m still so happy here at SUU and loving my life. I’m lucky to have great friends around me and I’m just HAPPY!</font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000"><font size="2"></font></span></p> <p><span style="color: #ffffff"><font size="2"><span style="color: #000000">Oh, P.S-I got a calling…FHE Group Leader…very…um….HAPPY?…about that..ugh</span>.</font></span></p> super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-78843738361755159582010-08-19T22:03:00.000-07:002010-08-19T22:08:50.116-07:00I Feel Bad for GuysFor as long as I can remember, I wanted to be a boy. I grew up having all boy friends. I was the little girl who tagged along with all the boys, pretending I was just like them. For so long I really did want nothing more than to be a boy. They could always run faster, jump higher, get dirtier, and of course make those awesome "machine gun" noises that I could never make. <br /><br />It wasn't until I went to the Matisyahu concert in Salt Lake this week, that I really started appreciating being a girl. The event that sparked this reaction of girl-gratefulness started when we were in the middle of the crowd, listening to Matisyahu do his thing. (He rocked by the way). To my left was a cute couple. The girl asked if she could get on his shoulders.<br /><br />Of course he had to say yes.<br /><br />I couldn't help but watch this couple, The girl was having all the fun: she could see everything and move and sway freely to the music. <br /><br />The guy on the other hand was not.<br /><br />The poor dude looked miserable. He was sweating and trying to hard just to stand there for her. He was doing everything he could keep this girl having fun, at the expense of his own concert experience.<br /><br />What a stud.<br /><br />Anyways, this made me grateful to be a girl. :)super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-67493571726246539652010-08-10T21:35:00.001-07:002010-08-10T21:58:02.873-07:00Pet Peeves<p><font size="2">My good friend Gabriel is giving me <strong>crap</strong> for not updating my blog, so “Gabriel” this one is for you.</font></p> <p> <br /><font size="2">Tonight I am working the night shift, and I have a little more downtime than usual.  Working at a hotel, I deal with people a lot.  All sorts of people.  I have been working here since May, and let me tell you I deal with a lot more than I get paid for.  So working with some crazy people tonight made me decide I wanted to write a post about my pet peeves.  So here they are.</font></p> <p>1. <font size="6"><font color="#ff0000" size="5">WHINERS.</font> </font><font size="2">No matter how bright the sun is shining, how wonderful the day is going, how fun the ride is, how nice the hotel is, how good the food is, how funny the joke is….you get the point….they seem to find SOMETHING wrong with EVERYTHING.  I honestly believe that will spend a great deal of time laying in bed at night planning out what they will complain about tomorrow.</font></p> <p><font size="2"></font></p> <p><font size="3">Next…</font></p> <p>2.<font color="#ff0000" size="5">Brown belt, black shoes…and vice versa.</font></p> <p><font size="2">Seriously…  I don’t get it.  Why in the world can guys not understand how important this is to girls, especially me.  It’s such a minor thing and would seriously make a world of difference if they could get it right.  I don’t know why but this truly bothers me.  This is the number one fashion flaw that I canNOT handle.  </font></p> <p><font size="2"></font></p> <p>This guy is a prime example of the fashion-no no guys so commonly make…<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TGIolgtoe9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/QuSCFGdVajg/s1600-h/badbelt%5B17%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="badbelt" border="0" alt="badbelt" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TGIomMJkQPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/C9Jy161vvOk/badbelt_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="178" height="268" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>2. <font color="#ff0000" size="6"><font size="5">Hairballs.</font> <font color="#000000" size="3">Enough said.</font></font></p> <p>3.<font color="#ff0000"> </font><font size="6"><font color="#ff0000" size="5">Cell phone cleavage.</font> </font><font size="2">Are you serious?  This has got to be the tackiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. (Yes it even takes the cake on gold chain necklaces, tramp stamps, platform flip-flops, and moochers….)  I have never seen a girl that can pull off the cell phone cleavage look.  I am not sure who made up the idea that the area between a woman’s breasts could be used as some sort of “pocket” but they should be put in jail.  Or fined a ton of money. Or egged. The unfortunate reality is that this is a growing trend.  It started out with money, now it’s cell phones.  Before long I’m afraid it will soon be cats. Yes, this lady carries her kitten in her boobs.  Classy.</font></p> <p><img title="Girl-Cleavage-Kitten" alt="Girl Cleavage Kitten 300x262 Womens bras the latest trend in cell phone carriers." src="http://thetitan.titanfusion.net/wordpress/wp-uploads/2010/07/Girl-Cleavage-Kitten-300x262.jpg" width="242" height="211" /></p> <p> </p> <p>4. <font color="#ff0000" size="6"><font size="5">Chalk and chalkboards.</font><font color="#000000" size="2">I hate everything about chalk and chalkboards.  Ever since I can remember, chalk has made me sneeze.  Unbeknownst to them, the best way a teacher could punish me was to ask me to “clap the erasers”.  This was the most awful thing imaginable to me at the time.  I’d walk outside of the classroom, turn my head away, close my eyes, and clap the big long erasers together.  It was AWFUL.  I am a big allergy person and just about everything sets me off sneezing.  Especially chalk dust.  No matter how far I turned my head or how far away I stretched my arms with those erasers, that chalk dust would swallow me.  I’d walk into the classroom humiliated; coughing and sneezing the rest of the day.</font></font></p> <p><font size="2">It wasn’t just the dust that was awful.  Everyone had that one teacher who would erase the chalk board way too fast.  No matter what, she’d always leave some of the board chalked up.  She’s hurriedly write something, then half-ass erase it, and for the rest of the lesson you couldn’t focus on what she was saying.  All you could do was stare at the poor line that she missed, wishing you could erase the board and make it perfectly clean.  Don’t even get me started on the awful screeching noise a bad piece of chalk or a fingernail would make.  Even the cool maps that rolled up above the chalkboards were awful.  It would either never stay down, or never go up.  I hated those maps. EVERYTHING about chalk and chalkboards is awful, I’m thrilled they have upgraded mostly to whiteboards.  </font></p> <p><font size="2"></font></p> <p><font size="3">Next one…</font></p> <p><font size="3"></font></p> <p><font size="3">5. </font><font color="#ff0000" size="6"><font size="5">The roommate who will never take the garbage out.</font><font size="3"><font color="#000000"> <font size="2">Yup, I’m sure you’re reading this thinking of someone you know that has done this, someone you’ve heard complain about someone doing this, or you’ve done it yourself.  I’m talking about that person that will spend more time trying to perfectly place the napkin on top of the pile (that is now barely balancing a foot higher than the top of the garbage can) so it doesn’t all go tumbling to the ground, than they will taking the actual garbage out!  This is something that has always bugged me and always will.</font></font></font></font></p> <p><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HifFEnmUsaY/SjAQXKu2fGI/AAAAAAAAAwY/8w_1wL4-MFM/s320/tn_trash+can+ren+crft+fair.jpg" width="302" height="403" /></p> <p> </p> <p>6. <font color="#ff0000" size="5">Loud chewing.</font></p> <p><font color="#ff0000" size="6"></font></p> <p><font size="3">7. </font><font color="#ff0000" size="6"><font size="5">OCD Facebook status updaters.</font> <font color="#000000" size="2">Don’t get me wrong.  I like to update my status every so-often and tell about the interesting happenings of my life, who doesn’t?  No.  I’m talking about those people who go overboard.</font></font></p> <p><font size="2">I kid you not, I know a girl who got married Saturday.  She has the “facebook for iPhone application”, and these were the updates she posted ON HER WEDDING DAY.</font></p> <blockquote> <p align="left"><font size="2"> 1.  Getting married today…</font></p> <p align="left"><font size="2"> 2. Today is the day!  Reception tonight!</font></p> <p align="left"><font size="2"> 3. Going to the chapel and we’re gonna get married….</font></p> <p align="left"><font size="2"> 4.  I’m MARRRRRIEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDD.  [like 2 hours after the previous post…umm….are you serious? Was the first thing you did after exiting the temple get out your phone and update your status? Hmm…that’s not weird]</font></p> <p align="left"><font size="2">5.  Great reception tonight!  Thanks everyone for coming!</font></p> </blockquote> <p align="left"><font size="2"></font></p> <p align="left"><font size="3">A little much if you ask me…</font></p> <p align="left"><font size="3"></font></p> <p align="left"><font size="3">8.</font><font color="#ff0000" size="6"><font size="4">Girls that wear high heels and complain that their feet hurt…OR…IN THE FOLLLOWING PLACES/situations: </font><font color="#000000" size="2">airports, to school, to any sporting event…especially football. With shorts, floods, sweats, or white pants. At a park or any large grassy area. </font></font></p> <p align="left"><font size="2"></font></p> <p align="left"><font size="3">9.  <font color="#ff0000" size="5">Pants that are too tight.</font>  (On guys OR girls)</font></p> <p align="left"><img src="http://www.thepantsoffensive.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/too-tight-skinny-jeans1.jpg" width="291" height="400" /></p> <p align="left"><font size="3"></font></p> <p align="left"><font size="2">So there you have it.  That is the run-down of my pet peeves.  Sorry if you are one of these people or do some of these things.  :)</font></p> super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-47417477881851408622010-07-29T18:36:00.001-07:002010-07-29T18:38:21.907-07:00Fireworks…(or should I say….fireWORK)<p>So I had a great 24th of July in case anyone was wondering.  I was able to go up to Salt Lake and hang out with my family and do some fun stuff.  My friend Chad came with me and we got to see some of his fam too.  So we decided it would be fun to check out the SAWEET totally awesome fireworks that everyone was talking about.  First of all, what has happened to Liberty Park?  I was a little bit scared for my life being down there.  There were so many gangsta ballas down there I couldn’t believe I was in Utah.  Seriously, we saw people with tattoos on their FACES.  Really?  I can understand tattoos and I even think they’re kind of cool sometimes, but not on your FACE.  </p> <p>Yeah it was nuts.</p> <p>So we walk around all the fun little booths and we bought some cool bracelets and that was fun.  As we walk a little bit farther we see a huge crowd of people gathered.  We head over there to see what’s going on.  (I’m thinking we’ll see some cool break dancers or a magician or something)  Nope.  We see a bunch of people singing in some foreign language and “fake fighting”.  It’s like a type of dance where people move around all slowly and pretend to hit each other.  CRAZY.  </p> <p>So we go to the fireworks.  We were there pretty early because we wanted to get a good spot.  We walk up to this hill by the water, where people are laying out blankets and hanging out.  We find a spot that looks really good, there is nothing in front of us except one tree off to the left.  We figured it would be a good spot.</p> <p>WRONG.  After waiting for almost two hours, the fireworks begin.  They are RIGHT behind the ONE tree we could see.  We just started laughing at our luck.  The firework show would have been amazing I’m sure, if we we had seen it!  I saw one really good one that happened to go high enough over the tree so that I could see it.  Wonderful.</p> <p>Anyways, long story short, it was quite the evening.  I learned that the best way to tell if you like a guy is to take him to a scary place for fireworks and miss all of them.  If you can do this and still have fun-you’ve got a winner.  </p> <p>Oh and by the way, as we were leaving-I almost ran over a mom who was pushing her baby in a stroller.  What a wonderful night. </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TFIsmViixzI/AAAAAAAAADo/pGiKT8-62MM/s1600-h/0724002049%5B1%5D%5B9%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="0724002049[1]" border="0" alt="0724002049[1]" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TFIsmjuDbyI/AAAAAAAAADs/ULm4zKg9tWY/0724002049%5B1%5D_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="362" height="272" /></a></p> super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-10628205769502791502010-07-17T16:12:00.001-07:002010-07-17T16:13:51.345-07:00Inception<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TEI40_FFsOI/AAAAAAAAADg/bL23SMPO6Kc/s1600-h/inception%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="inception" border="0" alt="inception" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TEI41QSK-AI/AAAAAAAAADk/BU_x2GwVnYo/inception_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="433" height="279" /></a> </p> <p>Inception rocks.</p> <p>This show is SO TRIPPY.  I went and saw it last night and have not been able to stop thinking about it!  I love movies that leave you hanging and get your mind working.  This show is about dreams within dreams within dreams.  I really would STRONGLY recommend anyone seeing it-it is SO WELL DONE!</p> super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-42421258947540274302010-07-15T14:41:00.001-07:002010-07-15T18:15:53.362-07:00Zion’s National Park!<p>So I went with a few friends to Zion’s National Park yesterday.  It was so much fun and we had such a blast hanging out there.  We hiked Angel’s Landing-FREAKY scary, and also did the Narrows.  The boys I went with were from out of state and had never been there so it was fun to go with them they loved it.  So we went all day yesterday and it was a BLAST.  We hiked all the way up Angel’s Landing and ran out of water at the top.  We were all dying and so tired and hot when we got down that we just jumped in the river!  After that we took a little break then went and hiked for a little bit around the narrows.  I absolutely LOVE this place it makes me SO HAPPY being outside in awesome places with awesome people.  I don’t know how people can go to places like this and not believe there is something great that created all of it!  It was definitely a good day! :)</p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; 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display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSCN0833" border="0" alt="DSCN0833" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TD-J7iFqQgI/AAAAAAAAACw/l6PgvUqOvcY/DSCN0833_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="259" height="338" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p>This is my friend Chad.  He was really scared of heights and when he saw this sign he got really nervous. </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TD-J8Cnrn9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/kaBXrruy-OI/s1600-h/DSCN0838%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSCN0838" border="0" alt="DSCN0838" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TD-J8gV74bI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9QzQo10Fykw/DSCN0838_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="270" height="345" /></a> </p> <p>These were the nasty switchbacks.  Chad and I are geniuses and decided to run up them.  In 110 degree heat it was the worst idea we had all day.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TD-J9ctVmgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/X4oCZ1DluD8/s1600-h/DSCN0841%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSCN0841" border="0" alt="DSCN0841" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TD-J9-O0LiI/AAAAAAAAADA/ohQOFajp8v8/DSCN0841_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="353" height="269" /></a> </p> <p>This is me at the first look out point.  I am standing kind of awkwardly because I hate taking pictures by myself.  I never know how to stand. :)</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TD-J-M_eQUI/AAAAAAAAADE/EkjFCoraKyU/s1600-h/DSCN0843%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSCN0843" border="0" alt="DSCN0843" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TD-J-lgVXdI/AAAAAAAAADI/UtYLwM5yB3U/DSCN0843_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="301" height="395" /></a> </p> <p>We went all the way to the top!  SCARY!</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TD-J_aTXEFI/AAAAAAAAADM/f2jC9mYTUpM/s1600-h/DSCN0845%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSCN0845" border="0" alt="DSCN0845" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TD-J_42IDkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3eHg_DaY4cI/DSCN0845_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="295" height="384" /></a> </p> <p>This is me about to start going all the way up.  I was nervous…</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TD-KAdpao2I/AAAAAAAAADU/P-t6gw6CfzI/s1600-h/DSCN0847%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSCN0847" border="0" alt="DSCN0847" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TD-KA4foJGI/AAAAAAAAADY/GRwDBc2i3cA/DSCN0847_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="290" height="380" /></a> </p> <p>Me and the Brad’s walking across the scary part with no chains to the tippity-top!</p> <p><font color="#ffffff"> </font></p> super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-59633330934251684722010-07-10T16:11:00.000-07:002010-07-10T16:46:05.727-07:00Pepper Spray and Renaissance Fairs<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TDkFoAUYKGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2YOzOaKgeoY/s1600/fairies-797948.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/TDkFoAUYKGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2YOzOaKgeoY/s320/fairies-797948.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492427405393406050" /></a><br />(This is an example of what kind of people were at the Renaissance Fair)<br /><br />So I want to start out by apologizing for how lame my blog is. If I was anyone else in the world, I wouldn't read it. It's not very exciting-there are no pictures to look at or links to click on. I don't have cool little recipe ideas or awesome tips on how to decorate your house or yard. I don't have a boyfriend, a husband, kids, or a dog that I can take cute pictures of and show how interesting I am. I just have my thoughts and funny random crap that pops into my head while I sit at a desk at work all day. <br /><br />So here is one of the funny random things I would like to write about today: Pepper Spray. It is CRAZY. If I was in charge of the world, I would say every citizen needs a permit to carry Pepper Spray. Seriously, this stuff is DANGEROUS. <br /><br />Since I started working at the hotel and running all the time, I decided it would be a good idea for me to start carrying it around. I just feel safer and a little bit cooler with it. So I went to ACE Hardware the other day and bought myself a cute little pink Pepper-Sprayer, complete with a keychain! I tried putting it on my keys, but it reminded me of the girl with the bulky keychain in Hot Chicks. So I just keep it in the "feminine" pocket in my purse now. <br /><br />So my friend Trevor came to hang out with me at work last night. We started talking about Pepper Spray and how strong it really is and stuff. I told him about how I have been begging my friend Kev to let me test it out on him. (Just to make sure it really works, of course!) Kev keeps denying my request and I've been pretty mad about it. So being the BIG IDIOT I am, I let Trevor talk me into spraying just one TINY spray at work. I honestly didn't realize how bad it would be! Immediately after spraying it, even though it was a tiny bit and super far from where we were sitting, we started coughing and crying! It was so funny because I started panicking way bad and ran into the front room at work. Trevor is a big strong guy and even he started crying a little bit! After a minute we just started laughing at how stupid we are. Advice for anyone carrying pepper spray: DON'T SPRAY IT UNLESS IT IS ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY!!!<br />Wow I can't believe some of the things I do sometimes.<br /><br />So next random weird thing that happened to me. Today I went to the Car Show and Renaissance (sp?) Fair in Cedar City. The hotel I work at had all these freaky Renaissance people dressed up in tights and long dresses and wings and all these weird midevil costumes staying here all week so I decided I had to get to this Renaissance Fair and see what was going on. It's a HUGE deal in Cedar, the whole main street is closed off and the park is full of vendors and crazy people with whips and tights walking around selling and bargaining with each other. This lady had a plastic flower cup in her cleavage for jewelry. Like I said, freaky. So we went to check it out and we felt SO out of place. Everyone was dressed up, cracking whips, pulling handcarts, and talking freakishly to each other. It was definitely an interesting experience and I'm SO HAPPY I went. Oh and I bought some SWEET jewelry for cheap so I was happy! :)<br /><br />That's all, I just love summer. :)super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-63193281482119083132010-07-02T18:18:00.000-07:002010-07-02T18:50:09.006-07:00The Ups and Downs of SummerSo here's the deal. I love summer. It is my favorite time of year. It really is crazy how when the sun comes out I sort of come to life a little bit more. Maybe it's because I'm not waking up at five thirty in the morning to go scrape my car before going to weights in the dead of winter. When it is pitch black outside and all I want to do is go back inside to my warm bed. Or maybe it's because I get to see my family and friends once in a while, instead of spending my weekends, Thanksgivings, and Christmases on basketball trips in random places like: North Dakota, Montana, or Illinois-to name a few. Or maybe it is because I get to go to bed late at night, sleep in late into the afternoon, and chill out by the pool and dive into whatever book I'm reading at the time. Or maybe it is because I have more excuses to eat snow cones and ice cream.<br />I think it is a combination of all of these.<br />However, as much as I abso-freakin-lutely love summer, it definitely has its downsides. Here is one of them...<br /><br />So my friend Dani was visiting this last week because we played in a basketball tournament then reffed games for SUU. We thought it would be a lot of fun to sleep outside under the stars in honor of July. I thought it was going to be awesome-the sound of crickets, the warm summer air, yada yada yada. <br /><br />Psyche.<br /><br />I failed to mention my yard is right behind a few fast food restaurants and gas stations. As I tried to fall asleep I was able to hear everything some lady ordered-from her roast beef sandwhich to her curly fries. Apparently she thought either the person taking her order was deaf, or that the machine was broken. Because she had to shout this order so loud, I think the whole street heard what she wanted. So there I am, trying to fall asleep, and as I roll over to get comfortable, I roll right onto a ginormous root. Needless to say, the night wasn't as awesome as I imagined it being.<br /><br />So I awake the next morning to the blazing hot sun with minimal sleep, knots in my back, and itchy-swollen eyes (I forgot to mention I'm allergic to grass). <br /><br />Sleeping outside is OVER-RATED.<br /><br />The End.<br /><br />ps-I still love summer :)super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-73185437644931773742010-05-30T13:35:00.001-07:002010-05-30T13:46:07.757-07:00Things I don't Understand in CollegeThere are many things about college I do not understand. Like why classes start at 7:00 in the morning. Everyone knows no one can truly function at that time. Also, why does SUU have four parking lots with thirty parking spaces, when thousands of kids go to this school? I do not get it. <br /><br />Out of all the things I do not get, though, the number one issue that completely boggles my mind is this: Why do girls wear high heels on campus? Do these types of girls not realize the dangers they are putting themselves in? Not to mention the rest of us? I truly do not think they realize the consequenses of their actions. For example, one of these types sat next to me in class the other day. Of course she was about ten minutes late due to the four inch steps necessary to successfully walk from her car to class without severely hurting herself. When she sat next to me, I literally started coughing. Between the smell of her hairspray and perfume, it took everything I had to keep my composure. I had a headache the rest of the day. <br /><br />For the life of me I will not understand these girls. Yesterday I was in the Sharwan Smith Center on campus talking to a friend. We literally had to put our conversation on hold, as the sound of the clickety-click high-heel-shoes-on-tile-floor noise was so loud we couldn't hear each other. We looked to see the same make-up caked, puffy-headed, perfume-drowning girl that had attempted to kill me toxicating scents just hours earlier. She staggered awkwardly from side to side as she walked, taking four inch steps the whole way. She walked passed us, making the journey from our talking-place to the registrars office. The trek was about 20 feet. She was to the office about twenty minutes later. The best part was, when she finally got there, she promptly complainted to her friend, "My feet are killing me!" <br /><br />News flash hun: nobody cares about your bloody shoes. If you spend half as much time in your studies as you do getting ready for the day, you'll go far. <br /><br />Put on some tennis shoes and a hoodie like the rest of us, and town your hair down about nineteen notches.<br /><br />Seriously, it would do us all a favor.<br /><br />ps-sorry if you just read this and you're one of these girls :)super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-40607191529167995412010-05-30T13:24:00.000-07:002010-05-30T13:31:51.886-07:00My thoughts on bloggingOkay, so I have this friend. We'll call him Gabriel. He loves blogging. He is super funny and super creative. He blogs about everything. Anything that pops into his head that he feels like talking about. He writes funny crap all the time. I kind of want to be like Gabriel. I love writing and always have. I have written religiously in my journal since I was little, and I think it's time to expand my horizons.<br /><br />Blogging seems to be the next step for me.<br /><br />So here we go, I am officially into blogging. I haven't figured out all of the cool stuff yet like how to make my page super awesome. (My sister's page and friend "Gabriel"'s page put my page to shame) But I will get there. It's kind of dumb because as I am writing this I know that virtually no one will be reading this. But I don't really care. It's kind of therapeutic for me to write my thoughts about stuff. <br /><br />So read if you want, or don't. I don't really care either way.super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-70664591658422712332010-05-18T23:39:00.001-07:002010-05-18T23:44:31.041-07:00Bye Bye School...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/S_OIxkqZH5I/AAAAAAAAABs/3Wbd-LqhfRk/s1600/jaresteph.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/S_OIxkqZH5I/AAAAAAAAABs/3Wbd-LqhfRk/s320/jaresteph.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472868357421735826" /></a><br />So school is over. I can't believe how happy I am. It is sad to me that the last time I actually blogged was at Christmas time. Actually, now that I think of it, that was the only time I blogged. Wow I am so behind on what is cool these days. Anyways, as I was saying, school is over. I am seriously so happy. Since school has ended I have done some FUN stuff. My friends and I were able to meet up with my sister and her husband and go to the jazz game. WAY fun, even though our seats kinda sucked...and one of my bestest friends Cassidy Hansen got married! Here are a few pictures of what I've been up to lately, I'll try to be better at blogging I swear. Okay goodbye.super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-23129294494285331502009-12-20T22:14:00.000-08:002009-12-20T22:16:08.144-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/Sy8SnUh48QI/AAAAAAAAABA/PFaE4qfSr5w/s1600-h/Sampsons_0572.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/Sy8SnUh48QI/AAAAAAAAABA/PFaE4qfSr5w/s320/Sampsons_0572.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417569343485047042" /></a>super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-66512412952678807032009-12-20T22:09:00.000-08:002009-12-20T22:12:47.690-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/Sy8R1kKhN9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/4RTrblV4HBk/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AJm94vxnT4/Sy8R1kKhN9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/4RTrblV4HBk/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417568488688531410" /></a>super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646615233411246724.post-86364400596817035542009-12-20T21:29:00.000-08:002009-12-20T21:50:37.019-08:00Christmas is coming!<div>So this is my first time blogging, I'm very new to it and am not quite sure what I'm doing! I just thought I should jump on the bus and so everyone can see what is going on in my crazy life these days! I am still going to Southern Utah and loving it, I have amazing roomies and awesome teammates. I play on the basketball team down there, and it's a challenge everyday but is one I am grateful for! Here are some pictures of what I have been up to lately! Enjoy! :)</div>super15stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764374896503742206noreply@blogger.com0