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5.30.2013

these days



^  I make a rad birthday cake.
^  I'm the proud owner of 4 pairs of nude heels. 
^  I still lose every week at family game night.
^  my sister's dating a hottie. high-school hormones are fun to be around. 
^  I make every excuse to be outside.
^  mom's working now. I don't know how that woman does it all.
^  Thanks to Jergans, I feel prettiest wearing next to no makeup (except lip color (duh)), hair pulled loosely back. what's with that?




5.29.2013

somebody buy me expensive climbing gear and be my friend.


January 1, 2013 I made a fitness resolution along with 3235% of the planet's motivated population.
Several resolutions, actually. One of which I might be succeeding at.
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That one success story being: move more.
This translates into find more creative ways than running because I can only run for 10 minutes.

Zumba (no).   Dirty dancing in my bedroom (alone).  Trampoline centers (yes). 
Yoga (yes).   Spinning (double yes). 


New favorite workout: rock climbing.
Workout least likely to ever  happen consistently: rock climbing.
Workout most likely to kill me: rock climbing running.


Indoor rock climbing, disco skating (overrated? NOT!), ropes course. 

And way back when, snowshoeing! 



Tip: wear your Hunters. Hunters make you invincible. Hunters allow you to slosh through icy rapid streams in snowshoes without so much as splashing your pants.  Hunters make you a weather goddess.



Also: I'm obsessed with running to this song. 
Reason: Unknown.



5.25.2013

because nobody really needs to know all this.


I don't know how I ever lived without knowing how to screen shot.

Go to the snow cone place on University Ave in Provo; your taste buds have never known such snowy bounty! The quantity! (pictured: SMALL)



Nobody on this earth loves sticky notes like I do. Except maybe Nicole Richie.


Last picture together with Sarah as a single woman // first picture as a married woman.

One time my friends and I journeyed all the way to the capitol building just to do an epic "tap dance Tuesday" snapchat.  Because what else are 20-somethings supposed to do on a Tuesday?


I write to a boy.
He is cute.
He is nice.
His hair is curly.
More on this SOON.


I sweat a lot these days. Mom throws more gang signs than normal white suburban upper-middle-class Mormon mothers should these days.


Sometimes I watch children do child things.  They're fun.  We count a lot.

Sometimes my friends and I go to the Gatsby premiere and get locked inside a McDonalds and have deep spiritual conversations and I remember how much I like them.  They should move back here. Hey,  you friends. You should move back here.

My friends that are here are cool though. They're prettier than I am without makeup on. 
That's not as cool.


Fireworks and baseball and churros.  'MURICA. 


also: Italy.



the end.

5.23.2013

Coconutty for coconut TEA


Coconut and I are having a moment.  I might even go so far as to say we're in a relationship.  I'm on the verge of sacrificing all other flavors in the name of monogamy. It began as a small affair -- the coconut fro-yo at Red Mango on occasion-- and has escalated into full-fledged infatuation.  Cupcakes, snow cones, even my TEA.

That there is  was sacred ground reserved for the vanilla and chai families.  But oh, no longer.
Coconut found a way.
Coconut understands.




On the tea note, I'm also having a moment with rooibos. Dash a little milk and toss in some rock sugar and it's practically calorie-free dessert after dinner    for breakfast   any time of day  ALL DAY LONG.


Teavana's (loose leaf)
+ Zingiber Ginger Coconut Rooibos**   current fave
+ Rooibos Chai (caffeine free)
+ Samurai Chai Mate (caffeinated...for the days I'm feeling edgy)

Celestial Seasoning's  (tea bags = cheap)
+ Bengal Spice  ( herbal)
     

5.22.2013

Poor Linguistics, Always Misunderstood.

As a Linguistics major, I feel it is my duty to share this with you all.
We're so terribly misunderstood.
This article really simplifies the subject, but because it's a subject known by so few I think it best that it be super simplified.

(I study a little more than walk vs walked.)

(like IPA)


(and waveforms of Hungarian vowels)

(and x-bar in my theoretical syntax class)
[Betcha didn't know "Jack appears to have given an elephant to the zoo" was so complex.]


And no, I don't speak Mandarin, Thai, French, Portuguese, or even have a solid grip on the British or Australian English dialects. Yes, I speak a bit of Spanish.  No, this does
not make me a linguistic failure.  If we ever run into each other on the way to the gym, or in line for Subway, or see each other at an intersection, and we just so happen upon the topic of the rest of our lives.......please do not ask me how many languages I speak.   

Also, for all you out there* asking, Well, what are you going to DO with THAT?:  it's actually a very viable major.
Even a preferred one by law schools and many graduate programs.
I know exactly what I want to do.
So no need to fret or fuss.

Want to know more?  
Read this.

* concerned family members

Poor linguistics, always misunderstood


The first thing I am asked when I tell people I studied linguistics – aside from “What is that?” – is “So how many languages do you speak?”
Well, one. I could carry on a relatively boring conversation in French if I brushed up on a few grammar points, but that’s not really what they’re asking. What many people don’t understand is that linguistics isn’t about learning to speak multiple languages; it’s about studying the science of language in general. The next question I get after I explain this is, “Okay…like what?”
This is a loaded question.
I’ll explain a few sub-fields of linguistics in layman’s terms – because what’s the use in explaining it to a non-linguist using linguistic jargon (ling lingo, perhaps)?
Syntax is the way words come together to form sentences. Even something as simple to us as changing a statement (“You are there.”) into a question (“Are you there?”) is actually quite complicated under the surface. Words hop over each other in getting from the meaning of what we say to what we actually utter.
Phonology is the sound system of a language, and how these sounds interact and convey meaning. Have you ever wondered why we don’t pronounce the two t’s in “button”? It sounds more like “buh-in”. That’s because the noise we’re making is actually a sound called a glottal stop – but in English it’s often understood as a “t”.
Morphology is the structure of words. “The structure of words?!” I can imagine you saying. “Words don’t have structure! They’re just…WORDS!” But they do. Words are made up of morphemes, which are the smallest meaningful units in language. Think about it – “walk” is different than “walked” because of the –ed. So –ed is a morpheme – it contributes the meaning of the past tense.
Those are just a few of the topics linguists study. If you’re interested in learning more, try looking up semantics, sociolinguistics, cognition, etymology, second-language acquisition, anthropology…the list goes on. And as you can see, linguistics can cross over into studies like psychology, sociology, and anthropology. That’s because language is so important to humans!
So next time you meet a linguist, keep in mind they might speak less languages than you do. And if you still want to know…make it your second question!

5.17.2013

I could've chosen a head shot.

Day 17, Friday: A favorite photo of yourself and why





It took me three seconds to know this was the picture I wanted to share as my favorite.  FAVORITE. I don't throw that word around lightly.  For the first two seconds I thought I might post a picture of me in Colombia or Africa or Europe.  Maybe doing something sassy.  But then this picture flashed across my memory and I knew it was my favorite.  Not because I'm doing anything outrageously neat or posing glamorously -- it's definitely not my best picture. But it's my favorite.

Because it's my mom.
And this is us.




5.16.2013

should I be offended that He doesn't think I can handle it??

Day 16, Thursday: Something difficult about your "lot in life" and how you're working to overcome it.
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I want to let you know that I know something.

Anything difficult in my life stems from my own flawed humanity.  I certainly have nothing else to blame for any heartache or mistakes.

I've been blessed with an incredible family and great health.  I've never wanted for money or love or devoted friends. I've been involved in school, toted a suitcase or two, and I have a religion that means the world to me.

I was thinking on this the other day. Where exactly does my turn of hardship come in?  Where is my trial by fire?  Sometimes -- those few and far between moments where I remember to stop being a half-wit and be grateful for all I have -- I realize I have it too good.

And boy, does that put the fear of God in me.  Not that I'm keen on the concept, but don't most people have this.....this lot in life they must overcome?   How will mine come?  In the form of leukemia, or having a child lost in an accident, or an ugly divorce?

Who knows.  Maybe all, perhaps none.  That's the horrifying yet electrifying intrigue about the future.

As for now, I offer thanks every day for the good life, plead for forgiveness for the things I mess up, and pray for the strength to withstand future fires. 




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i [kind of] joined the party.
but not really because I'm 2/16.



5.13.2013

brown paper packages tied up with strings (one)

these are a few of my favorite things.

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Right now I'm loving:


+  the D.I.   Bad day? D.I. run.  You can buy a haul without doing major damage if you're (very) poor. like I am. 

(^^ plaid. duh.)
(oh, and I tried the new "free-lensing" technique for this photo because i'm so trendy. neat & freakin hard.)


+ my new iphone case. people think I'm pretty bourgeois even though I got it for $7 on Amazon and the leather is fake, obvi. It hides the cracked back. Because how could I possibly manage to have a phone for a year without cracking it?? Who do you think I am??




+ And these two.  They're on repeat.


5.11.2013

goes to best offer.





for sale:

woman.
bright.
capricious will.
tender heart.
will work for shoes.



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i'm joining the party late.
today: sell yourself in 10 words or less.

5.07.2013

bleach.

Last week I moved home.  For the first time since I moved out, I'll be home for a longer period of time.
I exited I-15 and drove east, up slightly sloped streets. Up to the mountain.

To home.
Nothing is home like the curves of my mountains against the sky.  All mountains bring a sense of comfort; I guess that comes with the territory after being raised for 20 years in their shadow. But these are my mountains. Familiar.  My soul settled into the crags and ravines, and I was at peace.

Peace. What I felt had been missing all semester. 

I can't help but feel like I'm at a turning point in my life.  Like what was, never will be again.  There's a foreshadowing of change.  And I want to run full speed-ahead while desperately clinging to all details of the past. 

I can't. 

My dad's beard is bleaching.  It has given up its salt-and-pepper coloring for a soft white.

And I feel anxious.
and excited.
and terrified.
and terribly overwhelmed.

But I know this is where I need to seek a haven.  Under the watchful eye of my mountains. 



5.06.2013

"mustard and baby blue? does that go?"


I often take pictures of my outfits to send to humans more style-savvy than I to give a "red light/ green light" verdict. That is, when I get ready these days. Which isn't as often as it should be. 

Obviously I have palette schizophrenia.


5.01.2013

come at me, summer friend.

Do you know what you do when you realize it's likely you will never find yourself talking about tense heads and theta roles and drawing trees in theoretical syntax ever again?


Do you know what you do when you finally finish your phonetics research and are done with spectograms for at least 4 months?


Do you know what you do when you have your last day at work and you realize that at least until you find another under-paying desk job you are done alphabetizing stacks of emails by last name of sender?



You do this:


some of this:
 



...and a lot of celebratory Pizzeria 712. 





 I'm obsessed.