Karma

Today I fb-stalked my crazy roommate from last semester. Apparently she had broken her arm while hiking in the Grand Canyon. I laughed at her. No, this isn't normal. Usually I am sweet and empathetic. But she just lookkkedd so funny and also she put me through so much mental stress I just am mean about her sometimes. Whatever.

So then I continued scrolling down her page and saw that she now is in love with a show. My favorite show. I hate that she likes the same things as me.

And thats how I know karma is real, bc I was laughing at her and then I felt sad. The end.

Thanksgiving ABCs

Happy Thanksgiving everybody! So my friend Ashley has a blog too and she does this thing called Thanksgiving ABCs, where she'll write down what she's grateful in ABC order, and I am going to do the same thing!

Amigos. I have the best friends imaginable, and I love making new ones. I have learned a lot from my friends/ex friends about the kind of person and the kind of friend I want/don't want to be. A large part of me is a reflection of my friends.

Bras. Honestly ladies, who isn't grateful for their favorite bra? I was chatting with a friend the other day and we both LOVE bra shopping. It is so much fun!

Chloe, my baby bird. Elle, her dear friend and the sweetest bird I have ever known, died a couple weeks ago. But I know she is now in Heaven with Mandy and Blueberry and Sara and Alice and Tabby, my friend Sara's cat who just died of Aids, and I know she is happy and now she can be my shoulder angel, because that is where she loves to perch :) And the knowledge of this makes me a very grateful girl.

DC. I love this city.

Emperor's New Groove. This is the FUNNIEST movie in the world! I lovee it :)

Family. I am so blessed to be in my family. I hope that I can raise my future kids the way my parents raised us, because I think we all turned out quite nicely :) We love each other, have testimonies, ambition, and want to help and be there for each other.

Google. Bing and yahoo just annoy me.

Harry Potter. This is the best book series ever, the end.

Ink, specifically the ink in my favorite pens. I love them. I loveee pens.

Jesus Christ. Because of Him I have the ability to repent and live with God again. I am so grateful for that opportunity.

Kenya. I love keeping that dream in my back pocket. I will go someday, I really will.

Lil guy. I have the best lil guy ever! He is soo wonderful. This is the best job I have ever had and the most rewarding.

Missionaries. They are such a a good example to me of courage.

Nature. I love the sky and the leaves and snowflakes and animals and MOUNTAINS and just in conclusion, I am so grateful for the time God puts into making this world beautiful.

Orville, my piggy bank. He is the best, and in lieu of that I am thankful for my family who enjoy feeding him! He is 11.2 pounds as of yesterday :)

PoliSci. I love love lovee my major. It is exactly my cup of tea and even though I am not sure what I want to do with it yet I know that I am using my time and money wisely.

Qdoba, even though it's been over a year since I've gone I think. Yum!

Reading, or my ability to read. It is so nice to be literate. Books are such nice companions.

Sabie baby, my car. But I only like her when she works. I miss driving SO MUCH!

T-Pain. He cracks me up :)

USA. I am so blessed to have been born here. This is the greatest country in the world and ohmigosh have you ever seenn this??

Really eye-opening. I am so lucky.

Variety. I love living on the East Coast, but specifically MD and DC. There are so many different religions and cultures and ethnicities. I want my kids to grow up in MD or DC I think.

Winter time. My favorite season! I love snow and nestling up by the fireplace and quilts and carols and decorating the Christmas tree and getting out my Nativity and all the traditions and hearing Christmas music on the radio....It's the most wonderful time of the year!

the LoraX. Come on guys, it's X. What am I supposed to do with that?? But seriously this is my favorite book. Family and friends reading this- THAT is what I want for Christmas. I also love The Sneetches. Dr. Seuss is a genius.

Yankee Doodle Dandies! I am so grateful to the revolutionaries who helped this country into being.

Zoo. I LOVEE the National Zoo. It is soo wonderful.

Inspired: Part 2

I have a friend. Now I'm sure you're thinking, "very good, Nicole. You have many friends....so??"

Well. This particular friend is in the constant state of inspiring me. Her name is Ashley. I created a quote wall from a visit I had with her a few months back. It was one of my highlights from college, actually :) I was able to re-connect with one of my very best friends and my 2nd mother, and then meet a new friend!

Me, Ashley 1, and the new friend! Ashley 2

Aren't we cute :) And now I would like to talk about the lady in the middle, Ashley 1.

As I said, she is in the constant state of inspiring me. Ashley never lets life get her down. Ashley still keeps on, even when faced with challenges. Ashley is always cheerful. Ashley is beautiful inside and out. Ashley expands her horizons. Ashley touches every person she meets. Ashley walks the walk.

Ashley is not a normal person. Ashley makes goals, and completes them. No, this is not necessarily abnormal, but her goals are.

Ashley wants to go on a service-oriented trip every year. Last year she went to Kenya, a place I have wanted to go to for the last eight or so years. And she decided to go, raised the money, and went, all in five months.

This is one of my favorite pictures ever. Isn't she amazing?!

Five months people! That is amazing. But that's also common-place for Ashley. She was in and out of the hospital a lot of school, but she still passed, and not only that- she made good grades. She got into the college she wanted to attend, University of Utah, where she studies, makes friends and inspires, despite her recent diagnosis. You see, Ashley found out a few days ago that she has Multiple Sclerosis.

I debated a bit over whether or not to include this information, but then I realized that Ashley is not a person to hide things like this. Ashley faces problems and then dismisses them once she's given them a severe talking to. She does not pretend away their existence, but at the same time she does not let them define her.

Ashley is amazing. In her blog post announcing this information, she ended with, "....because it all works out in the end!" Seriously, she did.

Ash and I. I wore her Utah hoodie for the photoshoot because I was feeling rebellious :)

Ashley is a living legend to me. I really don't believe in gushing this much, but with Ashley I just don't consider it gushing, it's just stating fact. She is one of those people that you really can't say enough. She is a thousand billion qua-drillion eighty-two hundred million seven thousand and three times better in person than on paper.

Ashley has this way of making people feel special. She sees value and has love for each and every person, no matter where they are from or their back-story or their worldly wealth. She is not perfect, but she has charity, which is the perfect love of the Savior.

There are few people I admire more than this girl. I would move mountains for her, and it is not even a question in my mind that she would do the same for me. I am so honored to be counted among her friends. I think God only lets a few "Ashley"s go to Earth at once, because if there were more people like Ashley, the world wouldn't be in such a bad state. She is a rare gem, so special and unique. I am so blessed to know her.

Dear Ashley,

Thank you for always going the extra mile. Thank you for my wonderful panda pillow pet! Thank you for letting me back into your life without a pause after a five year hiatus. Thank you for celebrating my birthday with me. Thank you for always smiling. Thank you for letting me drink all your apple juice. Thank you for achieving your dreams. Thank you for always helping others. Thank you for teaching me just through your example. Thank you for introducing me to s'more pizza and McDonalds oatmeal. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for laughing as much as you do. Thank you for going to Kenya. Thank you for inviting me :) Thank you for never giving up. Thank you for letting me borrow your family/friends/pets/make-up/clothes. Thank you for inspiring me. Thank you for always taking the time. Thank you for being brave. Thank you for being my hero.

I love you, Ash <3

Nicole's list of things she doesn't believe in

My best friend from growing up, Julia, would hear this phrase rather often. "I don't believe in that."

There are some things that I simply do not believe in. It used to puzzle me when I would hear of some new country trying to get recognized by existing nations. I would be like, why does it matter? It's a new country, why can't everyone just accept this and move on? But I now really understand what the other countries go through. Sometimes you just don't want to believe in something, and I have come up with a list of things I personally do not believe in.

Snorkeling

Does anyyyone look good in snorkeling gear?? NO! Why some people would go snorkeling on their honeymoon is beyond me. That is the best way to make your significant other HATE you.

Music/English Majors

The other day I was talking to my friend and she mentioned this guy she was interested in. She proceeded to tell me all these great things about said boy, but then she said these fateful words, "And he's a music major!" We were on the phone, but I know the exact face I would be looking into had we been together. Excited eyes, hands clasped eagerly, wide, aren't-I-so-lucky grin....

"WHAT?!" I choked. "A music major?" The words left a foul taste on my tongue. I couldn't believe I had heard correctly.

Let me be clear; I am a huge appreciator of music. I lovee it. However, I do not like any of the music majors I have been unfortunate enough to cross paths with. They are quite upp-ity about their talents (or lack there-of). Maybe I don't know enough music majors, but if there is one major that can make me run, it is a music major.

Oh, did I say one major? I meant two. English is the 2nd.

Another friend of mine is an English major. She would have crushes on the boys in her major, and tell me about them, and it just so happened that I had grown up with one of them. One day my friend and I were eating lunch and said boy joined us. He was quite different from the quiet, shy boy I have known. He was now extremely blunt, reflecting the personality of a gossipy socialite rather than a poor college student. He criticized the people who passed us by, complained of his professors, and otherwise failed to impress me. My friend on the other hand was uncomfortable, but she still thought the world of him. It was nauseating.

Sick days

I'm lying. I just don't believe in sick days for things like colds and crap. My line is throwing up. If you throw up, you can stay home.

I blame my parents for this attitude. Also my pioneer heritage. Hey, at least I'm not trekking across the plains. Illness pales (haha) in comparison to that.

Because I got such crappy grades in high school, my parents would never let me take a sick day. I have walked around school with tissue boxes before and drank so much water I've had to go multiple times during a 50 minute class. One time, I was so miserable that my teacher actually sent me to the Nurse's office. I called my mom and she came and picked me up. I was eager to crawl into my nice cool bed and sleep it off, but mother had other plans. We went so many places, ran so many errands. Finally I had to just be like, MOM! Pleaseee take me home!

....And she asked me if we could stop by one more place.

New Year's Eve

January 1st is just another day. To me, there is nuh-thing special about it. When Christmas is over I am sad, but I have come to realize that that is mostly because I hate hate hateee New Year's Eve so effing much. It is the most useless holiday EVER.

Satirical essays

You can read this post about how I don't believe in English class. Here is a quote from said blog post....

"Alright so it might seem like I hate English. I don't. I just hate useless things. Literary devices and crap like that have no value in my life. I could care less about them. I love reading and writing (haha obviously) and being literate will help me in my life. I'll need to read the signs on the road and books when I'm bored. But tell me please how literary devices and prose essays will even smell of use beyond my English classroom."

Fruit punch-flavored things

They all taste bad. I have only ever had one fruit punch that I actually liked. It was at my sister Kelly's wedding reception and it was DELICIOUS.

Flu shots

I haven't had the flu in years. I dontt need a shot. I got one yesterday since I'm a nanny. I understand why, but I still hate it. It just seems like a waste of money to me and now my arm is sore and there's this big, angry red welt on it. Hurting.

Garage Bands

I do not believe in you.

Marshmallows

One time when we were little Heather and I were making rice krispy treats when we grossly (and I mean grossly) overestimated the amount of marshmallows needed. In order to hide the evidence of our wasteful ways we ate the disgusting gooey white blobs. Ughh. And I have never been the same since.

Bringing your bike on the metro

You have a bike. "Have wheels, will travel" mean anything to you??

Allergy medicine

I have only slightttly appreciated one allergy medicine ever. And all the rest are fakes and I would rather go around sneezing and sniffling the rest of my life on my own than sneezing and sniffling with those useless things wandering around my bloodstream or wherever they go.

Angst-filled, "No one but the darkness understands me" Poetry

My senior year of high school there was this girl in my English class, and my teacher loved her. She would sometimes stop class a few minutes early to read us her latest poem. I sat there, focusing on keeping the bile from rising too far up my throat, each time this happened. Here is what her poems sounded like to me. Ehm.

Cold. I am always cold.

And you are?

It is so difficult.

Difficult to SAY.

But I will, and I am cold.

There was usually a line that went something like, "And then you left!" And every time it was basically a sob story that didn't even make sense, complete with dramatic pauses in the weirdest places. I think my teacher liked them so much because she could always find some abstract meaning in the dark, jumbled half-sentences, whereas I could not and cannot think of a bigger waste of the taxpayers money.

Fish

I had this internship once that I didn't even want. I wantedd to work at the Zoo, but no. I was sent to the middle school down the road that had a partnership with NOAA. I am pretty sure the super nice mentor I had hated me, because all these fish started misbehaving and getting sick and dying once my internship started. It wasn't my fault, it was just bad timing. For example- there was a parasite that had laid dormant in the puffer fishs' tank for many years, and then all the sudden it started being all mean.

Anyway. I think it is the biggest waste of time to check the iodine levels in a fish tank. I hated the smell of the poopy water, the NOAA equipment that supposedly worked but somehow baffled three tech-savvy teenagers for approximately eight months, and just basically having to look at fish for three hours straight two days a week. I don't know how mermaids do it.

"Classics"

Read all about it.

Push-up Bras

One time I walked into Vic Sec with my sisters. The new Wonder Bra or Miracle Bra or something was out, and they had a bunch on a table. I picked one up and turned to my sister. "Umm excuse me. There is enough padding on this bra for an entire football team." That is when it gets ridiculous people. Raising you two cup sizes is disgusting.

Twitter

Do you honestly have nothing better to do than tweet, "omg a raindrop fell on my head lol!" Just tyyyping that was painful for me. Twitter seems so stupid and like such a waste of time and a violation of your privacy. No one cares about your life that much, and if they do, you should be concerned.

Umbrellas

I appreciate what they do for people, but what am I supposed to do when I go inside? or if I am pushing a stroller? I just don't have enough hands or patience for one.

Online/texting "relationships"

Are not real. Get a life, people.

Pencils

I was chatting about this with my bff Gina the other day. We were actually school shopping for her, but then I FINALLY found my favorite pens on this here planet Earth after literally years of searching. I, of course, got them, and promptly hid them from my family. I am very serious about these pens.

Which I guess is why I see no use for their cousins, the pencils. I don't even fancy colored pencils- I prefer crayons and markers. The problem with pencils is that the writing fades, the lead runs out, the tips splinter....it's just a mess.

Minor scales

Are ugly sounding. Music is not supposed to sound that bad on purpose.

AOL-speak

Oh my GOSH how annoying is this crap?? The worst of them is "lol." It is far worse than dragging nails across a chalkboard for me. I literally throw up in my mouth every time someone says it to me. If it someehow escapes my lips I promptly slap myself. Twice.

Well that's all for now. I will prolly come back and add more, because there are a lot of things I do not believe in.

A sad understanding

On Kelly's first day of Kindergarten, my Mom cried at the bus stop, and then got in her car and followed the bus all the way to the school, a whole 1.3 miles down the road.


I never understood why my Mom would feel sad when it was the 1st day of school again, or why she would be as upset as the rest of us when Christmas vaca was shorter than usual. I honestly thought she was just doing it to help us feel better. She hated that line in the Christmas song, "And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again." When we would ask her if she was excited for that, she would get this annoyed look on her face and say, "Of course not. I love being around my kids."


I didn't get it. I really cannot express enough how much this idea eluded me. Didn't she want a break? Wasn't she bitter that she had to spend all day every day taking care of us? If I were a mom, I would think, I would want every vacation that I could get. In the latest Cheaper by the Dozen the mom's dreams are coming true. She's a famous author, and she's doing a book signing tour. And yet, she can't sleep. She calls down to the hotel front desk and is like, "Can I get twelve pillows up here?" Because she misses her twelve kids that much.


Today is the lil guy's first day at Daycare, and I officially "get it." I mean sure, he hasn't left yet and yes, I pick him up around 11, but I still miss him so much already.


Maybe if he was a horrible child who bit and screamed and threw fits, I would welcome this day with open arms and balloons. But as it is, he is not, and I could not sleep.


I set my alarm for 9:46am, because I felt that for sure they would be gone by then. But no. I woke up at 6:57, 7:23, 7:45, 8:46.... finally at 9:03 I could not force my wide-awake self to lie in bed any longer.


There is not a lot that can distract me at the moment. I am feeling honestly and truly sad right now. Even though I have only been his nanny for three and a half months, the lil guy is basically my best friend. I love spending time with him. I love finding things I think he would enjoy doing. I love playing games with him. I love feeding him vitamins. The most mundane tasks are always better when I am with my lil guy.


When I first began this job, the old nanny, Tressa, got really teary the last day. She said that she didn't realize she would miss him this much. I patted her arm in a consoling manner and thought to myself, "Well this is weird." At that point, if I'm being honest, I didn't see anything that special about the lil guy. He was just another kid and I was babysitting him for the next four or so months. And for awhile, this was how I felt.


I hated mornings, because he would always cry when I would come out because he knew I was taking him away from his parents. I vowed we would never visit a Smithsonian because I was terrified of the metro, of getting lost, and (my pride kicked in) of looking too "tourist-y." I was constantly exhausted, and the first few weeks I went to bed before eight every night. Walks seemed to take forever, and minutes felt like years. My feet always hurt, and the moment we stepped back in the house I raced to my pig slippers to provide them some sort of relief. Nap time was the best time of the day. I hated Gymboree, because that meant that I had to use the metro at least once a week. We were constantly at the zoo, because that was the one place I knew and the lil guy could spend forever there. I was dead-set on spending all day, every day at the zoo and this one park.


I honestly had no idea of what to do with this child. I didn't know how to have a conversation with a 21 month old who didn't know any other words besides "bus" and "yes," so I began to teach the lil guy words. One of our favorite places to watch the buses had all these stairs, so I began holding his hand, and we would walk up and down, and every single time we went up I would say, "up!" and every single stair we went down, I would say, "down!" One of the best days was when the lil guy began to say them with me.


And I think that is when it all came together for me. The lil guy would still cry in the mornings, but I knew he would stop as soon as we got to the elevator. I loved our walks, and would always be surprised when I would check my clock and see that we had been out for over an hour. We would play games and he liked when I read to him. I met other nannies and made friends. The lil guy would smile and laugh and say new words. I began to miss my lil guy over the weekends and would constantly talk about him. Sometimes even nap time would seem like too long and I would want him to wake up so we could go have more fun. And then one day, I was ready to brave the Smithsonians.


The night before we went out and the morning of I studied the metro map and then Google maps collectively for at least three hours. Now I know how to get to the Air and Space Museum, the Museum of Natural History, and the American History Museum. I understand better how to use the street signs to help me. I love the metro system.


Most of all, I love my lil guy. I didn't think I would get so attached, but he has taken over a permanent spot of my heart. He is such a wonderful, smart, sweet, clever, funny kid. He has the prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen, and the funniest expressions.


I remember one time I was taking him home from a doctor appointment and it was raining a bit. I had his dumb stroller, so there was no covering and I myself was just wearing a hoodie for protection. The lil guy peevishly pointed to his wet hair and I, not wanting the lil guy to get upset because he was getting rained on, said with as much energy as I could muster, "Look, lil guy! Rain is coming down! Isn't it fun to walk in the rain?!" My enthusiasm was met with a bewildered stare. He clearly thought I was short a few when I began belting, "If allll the raindrops were gooey gumps and gumdrops oh what a world this would be! Standing outside with my mouth open wide going AH-AH-oh-AH-AH-oh-AH-AH-oh-AH!"


Another time I decided we were going to go on this wooded trail in the back of our apartment. I excitedly talked about all the squirrels and trees and birds we would see as I zipped up his jacket and made sure he had on his closed-toe shoes. When we arrived at the head of the trail, the lil guy looked at it, and then looked up at me with a face that clearly said, "You're nuts, Nicole. Why would you ever want to go in there?" Oh but we were going. "Come on lil guy! There are stairs!" I exclaimed joyfully. That was enough to convince him for a very short while. A very very short while. In a manner of minutes I was carrying him determinedly onward, but I was not Super Nanny at this time and my muscles gave out when we were only a couple hundred feet (and one big hill) in. We could still see the head of the trail, a fact that delighted the lil guy as much as it saddened me.


I love my lil guy. He has taught me so much. He is patient and sweet and the best sharer and cute as a button and kind. I would be the happiest girl in the world if my future children were like him. I plan on naming one of my sons after him, just like how my mom named Sarah after the Sara she nannied for.


I came into this job with the firm belief that four months was not enough time to get attached. I was sure that my last day would be a huge relief for me. The initial appeal of this job was that I would be living in DC, something I had always wanted to do.


That was it. I never expected to make nanny friends, in fact I didn't want to at first. I never expected to love my job and look forward to Monday. I never saw myself thinking about what the baby would want- I always thought it would be about what I felt up to. In a way, it is, but I am more willing to go out of my comfort zone for the lil guy than for anyone else, and by a huge margin. I am constantly looking out for things that I think he would love and preparing to go out and do it. I never thought that I could feel so protective over a child who was not my own or not a member of my family. The other nannies bewildered me. They were always playing with their kids and giving them hugs and kisses and looking like they were having the time of their lives. I never thought I would love my lil guy. I wasn't even sure if I would remotely like him.


Everything about this experience has been different from what I expected. I didn't think I would get this job, but I got it. I didn't think I would like living in a city, but I love it. I didn't think nap time could ever be too long, but sometimes it is. I didn't think I would ever just know off the top of my head how to get places, but I do. I didn't think I would be good enough at the metro to give people directions, but I am. I didn't think my suite would ever feel like home, but it does.


And finally, I didn't think I could ever feel so much love and concern for the lil guy. Not in the remotest sense. But I do, and in 21 days I will be sadder than I am today, because December 2, 2011, is my last day of work.

And I have the best job in the world.

I like talking about myself

A lot apparently, but that is what my blog is for :)

More fun facts people!

• When I like a song, I listen to it constantly. For example. I have been listening to this song called "Boy like you" by Ke$ha ft Ashley Tidsdale for the last two days. Whenever I have a new song that I love I make a playlist on playlist.com of just that song, and I just keep it playing until I get tired of it. Sometimes it plays for a couple hours, sometimes a couple weeks. For real.
• I have never had a Philly cheesesteak sandwich. That is because I want my first one to be in Philadelphia, and even though I havee been there I have not tasted one yet.
• I have a Maryland Accent, which I didn't even believe in until I watched this part of 30 Rock....

• I love pumpkin bread, especially the one at the Amish Market. It is seriously heaven.
• Sometimes I have dreams wherein I am Harry Potter. Voldemort is, of course, after me, and it is sometimes not scary but most of the time it is. And the thing is, I don't consider myself obsessed with Harry Potter. I mean sure, I love the books. Who doesn't? I like to reread them at least once a year, although there were a few years when I didn't read the first few, and also a few years when I only read the 3rd because that's the only one where Voldemort doesn't show up. I was absolutely terrified of Voldemort as a kid. Even now, I'm glad he's dead. Helps me sleep at night.
• I love frappuccinos. I think it really is just the name. Sooo cool.
• I am not that dazzled by jewelry. Oh believe me, I've tried to get into it. I have lotsa necklaces and earrings, but mostly they just sit around being pretty. Sorry. I hate hate hatee bracelets and rings, which I realize will be a problem in 5ish years when I get engaged.
• Comfort foods are cinnamon raisin bagels with cream cheese, orange juice with pulp, California rolls, that spinach stuff from Boston Market, Phish Food icecream, kipper snacks, red sauce, orange beef from Hunan Manor or Hunan House, bread dipped in olive oil and spices, red grapes, plain bagel with turkey and provolone cheese melt, raspberry lemonade, honey sesame chicken from Hunan House, cookies n cream fro yo (recent development), broccoli cheddar soup from Panera, Chinese chicken salad....
• I also love love LOVE crasins, sliced almonds, and scallions. Just plain, and all together. I don't know why. It is just SO DELICIOUS to me.

Ohmigosh. Literally every other comment on this post is about food. WHY AM I SO HUNGRY RIGHT NOW?! I think I'm still so distressed about how Firewood Bakery did not have any Pumpkin Walnut muffins left when I went there today. I wanted one SO BAD.

20 Questions

So there is this blog called My life is not a Jane Austen novel, but don't worry, it is a good blog! Anyway. So they have all these writers who go by pen names and they talk about their various romantic misadventures. One of the writers is a boy whose pen name is Featherstone Mcgee. Agh. that does sound disasterous doesn't it? I prahh-mise this is an awesome blog. Soooo funny :)

Anyway. Featherstone has agreed to be set up on a blind date with one of the readers. He will be taking them to the Murder Mystery dinner this Saturday I believe! I have always wanted to go to a Murder Mystery dinner and I am sooo upset that I am not there! But, I refuse to let myself miss out on all the fun. They have a game of 20 questions that girls are supposed to submit their answers to by Thursday. Featherstone will review the answers and pick the girl who he feels would be most compatible with him. So I am going to answer these questions!

1. Describe your perfect date in 15 words or less: Anything but bowling or a movie. Probably involves hot chocolate and snow
2. Cat person or dog person? Dog
3. Least favorite movie genre? Romantic tragedy. They are so annoying.
4. Second favorite book? Harry Potter 4: The Goblet of Fire
5. Dessert of choice? Pumpkin bread
6. Favorite season? Cannot chose just one. I love Fall and Winter
7. Favorite activity to do in aforementioned season? I am such a holiday person, so Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas activities. 'Tis the season!
8. What kind of music do you listen to? Hip hop, country, rap, rock, classical....really everything. I'm not a music snob. Except concerning screamo.
9. Are you more of a city person or a country person? CITY<3
10. If you could have lunch with any person from past or present, who would it be and what would you order? Ughh I am torn between Kate Middleton, Martin Luther (not to be confused with MLK Jr.), George Washington, Captain Moroni, or Prince Harry! And I would eat Honey Sesame chicken, red grapes, cucumber, blueberry yogurt, and fortune cookies so I could have a souvenir
11. What are three things that set you apart/make you different from the rest of the girls in Provo? One, I am not in Provo. Two, I hate pandas. Three....??
12. Are you a clever person? i.e. if I take you to the murder mystery dinner, will you be a useful addition to my mystery-solving team? Of course! I've read, like, every Nancy Drew book!
13. What are you most passionate about? Knowledge. I love learning new things, and try to stay as informed as possible so I can be useful to society.
14. What is your favorite scripture and why? Alma 32:21. I love this scripture because it was the first scripture I ever learned- when I was knee high and my dad was the ward Seminary teacher. Because I have known it longer than any other scripture, I have had more time to reflect on it. I love this scripture because I keep learning from it. It's simple but it answers a fundamental gospel question.
15. If you were granted three wishes what would they be? If I'm being honest, 1. Unlimited funds, 2. To have all my friends and family in the Celestial Kingdom with me, 3. This amazing internship that my friend had
16. What is the most adventurous thing you've ever done? Gone to the bathroom outside. I haven't been all that adventurous thus far, but I do have interesting plans if that counts
17. What makes you laugh? Okay, what kind of a question is this? Funny people make me laugh. Modern Family for example. And my own family come to think of it.
18. What is the silliest-sounding word you know? Colossal and biscuit. Biscuit just because of how it's spelled. How weird is that?
19. If a movie was made of your life, the soundtrack would consist mainly of songs by: T-Pain, because I'm from the hood. Nahh just kidding. I am not very sure. I love the music by the Trans Siberian Orchestra, so I'd probably want that in the background.
20. Height? 5'3"ish

Okay is it just me or am I just amazing? I kind of want to submit juuust to see if I would get accepted. But that would be dishonest, not to mention mean, because Iiiii would want to date me.