tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25939555131240423992024-02-18T20:36:10.472-05:00Life FantasticI started this so my friends and family could follow my days as a college student at BYU so very far away from MarylandMeredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-70484434908064630682011-12-07T15:59:00.001-05:002011-12-07T15:59:45.281-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-46858031010400429462011-09-01T16:33:00.000-04:002011-09-01T16:33:42.404-04:00New School yearIts been a long time since I blogged on this old Blog.I've mostly been posting art to<a href="http://meredithofmd.blogspot.com/"> my other blog</a>. But its the beginning of a new school year, and I feel like its a good time to start again. <br />
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My classes are so great. I've got Old Testament part 2 at 9 AM Mondays and wednesdays, and the teacher is fantastic so far. I feel like he regards the scriptures in the same way I do, and I love it. <br />
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Then at noon, I have a Character Design class taught by Ryan Woodward. He's great, I'm excited for this class even though I'm not exactly the best artist hopefully I'll learn a lot. When we have critique days, we'll be putting everyone's art on either the "good" "alright" or "less effective" walls. I am not really excited for this. I have a feeling I'll be on the "less effective" wall for a lot of the class, but thats life.<br />
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After that I have a costume design class, which I'm thrilled about. The professor designed stuff for the Utah production of The Little Mermaid show, and already I'm learning stuff that I will be able to use in animation.<br />
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Then Tuesday/Thursdays I have a Shader Programming class at 9 am. I have a feeling that I won't love the class. I really hate programming, but who knows. My super logical brain might love it.<br />
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I had a 2D animation class at 1, but I had to drop it in favor of Shader Programming. Still not too happy about it, but what can I do? Take it some other time I guess.<br />
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Finally I have a 3D animation class. Our first assignment is to make a guy jump. Its hard. I don't really know what I'm doing, but hopefully I get really good. I've already been in the lab a lot, so hopefullt the time will pay off.<br />
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No classes friday, I'm grateful. <br />
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I live above a waffle shop that gives us free waffles/crepes every day which is a great perk. I love it! <br />
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So far, Life is Fantastic. I'm going to be working really hard this semester. Keep and eye on my art blog. I'll be posting what I've done in class there.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-80147176575949666342011-03-20T17:05:00.004-04:002011-03-20T17:16:48.076-04:00Birthday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO2yziLP4z82ri5A9aPEfeXF1wM0mmFNKmUkiTapgWSI3mTt8aoFXWNBpmjDArpSOxxn-mAeMMuNgO5ark5yNdfHFfOfFVhB9j59VNfh6oqpQq0iBxWtc4ycYTNERpVxkPaHHg6-wdBK3U/s1600/IMGP0805.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO2yziLP4z82ri5A9aPEfeXF1wM0mmFNKmUkiTapgWSI3mTt8aoFXWNBpmjDArpSOxxn-mAeMMuNgO5ark5yNdfHFfOfFVhB9j59VNfh6oqpQq0iBxWtc4ycYTNERpVxkPaHHg6-wdBK3U/s400/IMGP0805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586273953118836210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_wM1L9cW9mt1rdFqUhlHsfRg6c88xC9HIOL8poWgtbrtYbbBgw8n4JsomrmrR8R0TGEw-T_Atu699chprpQKvq18BFN_S8aVMhy0nj7_HMdFqsGVkz_pU-nHd6fk8VlITbS6DsP0JKO5/s1600/IMGP0806.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_wM1L9cW9mt1rdFqUhlHsfRg6c88xC9HIOL8poWgtbrtYbbBgw8n4JsomrmrR8R0TGEw-T_Atu699chprpQKvq18BFN_S8aVMhy0nj7_HMdFqsGVkz_pU-nHd6fk8VlITbS6DsP0JKO5/s400/IMGP0806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586273949376836978" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Tv_wsBj8YZeVxm9_k8ye-g0J5n_if8CzQzw4ZTz040gxZHdeX-ZI8KWJDKGrZe-FeY7lpklc-rL__iSyJphTkr0PaAbGTg15RJh_sApv8N1OW2JAAPxw2PxgiRTnwRB2qyPotEaZAHTZ/s1600/IMGP0806.JPG"><br /></a></div>so it was my birthday last Wednesday, and I got this dress. I can't decide if it's to short or not. What do you think?Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-11613400089199094052011-03-01T03:07:00.004-05:002011-03-01T03:15:04.561-05:00MY NEW ART BLOG<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG1q1GKpY7VpqwwlC7AHd840eyca9oIykkK9n9XnGNjvv0kig_O2_VTTYv9Iz_BPeoyqEp-vhVVjCU5WVvOzDdNhqBUVQ8AVJa1v2oMgBHT69rXOtsdvmhSV9S1hdqv0xr5_AN3sLQA2tP/s1600/Happy+Chair+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG1q1GKpY7VpqwwlC7AHd840eyca9oIykkK9n9XnGNjvv0kig_O2_VTTYv9Iz_BPeoyqEp-vhVVjCU5WVvOzDdNhqBUVQ8AVJa1v2oMgBHT69rXOtsdvmhSV9S1hdqv0xr5_AN3sLQA2tP/s400/Happy+Chair+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579022068559220402" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I decided to make an art blog. You can find it <a href="http://meredithofmd.blogspot.com">HERE</a> <br /><br />As most of my Followers are only interested in the art side of things, and as this one was really intended to show my relatives and stuff what is going on in my life, I decided to separate them up. go follow <a href="http://meredithofmd.blogspot.com">that one instead</a>. Go. Now. </span>Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-24985825973252778022011-03-01T02:50:00.005-05:002011-03-01T03:32:29.768-05:00Shoe Envy<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAbtMdjvONbs_9pEYiJg94fwZpM3Bs0Hg6eBVpe-rkiOpVKjooKI4t2TBed7lNNPYi5BnKmLb3g3MYULjmEy5bGVzpsq-KZLON73zuVJBLEjWwXNa8xeYoK7kxtjwkgq_OGAwvSAgZrRq3/s1600/PrettyBass.jpg"></a>Ok here is a secret. I am crazy about shoes. I came across these shoes by Annabel Winship, and I automatically wished I was super rich so I could buy some of these<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6hJrwY-_lyhyvCBgQsfuedv_N2aTJU5D3cVQHVXidR8sBCFUqaxcgALyem9Rmq0Tq4INyvtsVEgGk5eSWOUoazByCLgyfAhPgpZ0L0FEtMDWj30ZmiMZ7bmHi1IIU8_cX8X7vJ1XybEI/s1600/winshipshoe3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6hJrwY-_lyhyvCBgQsfuedv_N2aTJU5D3cVQHVXidR8sBCFUqaxcgALyem9Rmq0Tq4INyvtsVEgGk5eSWOUoazByCLgyfAhPgpZ0L0FEtMDWj30ZmiMZ7bmHi1IIU8_cX8X7vJ1XybEI/s400/winshipshoe3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579017988960362658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGwZgAZhUbadUSVI1sbdhc221703uuu617VMIB71l7Zn9gqCpcXosD7FUZHCwqOgmefbYx8-RYAeEQDvZ6LBKhIYJR3zGL1f0E2bMLQ8CUTiZ3eyFnnt12xC02AZ1JBLky2opb31RjNT8j/s1600/winshipshoe2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGwZgAZhUbadUSVI1sbdhc221703uuu617VMIB71l7Zn9gqCpcXosD7FUZHCwqOgmefbYx8-RYAeEQDvZ6LBKhIYJR3zGL1f0E2bMLQ8CUTiZ3eyFnnt12xC02AZ1JBLky2opb31RjNT8j/s400/winshipshoe2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579017985670314162" /></a><br />(These remind me of a pair of blue suede sketchers boots with silver stars I had in 4th grade I loved those boots so much but I grew out of them so fast. I wish I could find a pair my size now. These are kind of like those but with red stars. and heels.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic3QLrEpB2lcigS3j-I9oR1BrZGoffYnHblLjumejsJvdPt75ZhbPe4mICcumRAF-94ghvXMmiCvKOzX-n9Slfz63O8ssNx_Q2hQ34SiVyCX7MXQF908cCAvPgC18qdQS_oTqtybROloHL/s1600/WinshipShoe.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic3QLrEpB2lcigS3j-I9oR1BrZGoffYnHblLjumejsJvdPt75ZhbPe4mICcumRAF-94ghvXMmiCvKOzX-n9Slfz63O8ssNx_Q2hQ34SiVyCX7MXQF908cCAvPgC18qdQS_oTqtybROloHL/s400/WinshipShoe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579017984937204962" /></a><br /><br /><br />Yes, they are kind of weird, and funky, but thats why I love them. Too bad they are all between £190 and £370. Yes that is Pounds instead of Dollars, which means they are even more expensive than it looks at first glance. I can't justify spending $200+ on shoes But I can dream. Especially when my sneakers look like this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu2AG7EY5ePM9wnsXnPcLZvu4wi5DJNEQpU85XDevNqnhYBWN-dPXx_XOI5b7DrPmFMQRXyWEA8xJgH7eeJg87tzhdQYch4QWtcD5yzSlp_dFv3I97TNFiSVDwV45Vb02lCnHDmY68k_r8/s1600/Photo+152.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu2AG7EY5ePM9wnsXnPcLZvu4wi5DJNEQpU85XDevNqnhYBWN-dPXx_XOI5b7DrPmFMQRXyWEA8xJgH7eeJg87tzhdQYch4QWtcD5yzSlp_dFv3I97TNFiSVDwV45Vb02lCnHDmY68k_r8/s400/Photo+152.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579018883729082738" /></a><br />These were my favorite, but they also have holes in the bottom, which let water in when its wet out, and wet socks suck, plus the straps along the top, which are held together with velcro, no longer fasten super well, plus there is the fact that there is a huge gaping hole in the back. I don't have the heart to throw them out but I probably will when I move apartments. They were super cool though. *sigh*<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDGTZFCkuYRn5c1IKSatr0o5aQ9uCKE0bs__uze-WiFIm7EIunReE6RCg-IsUuCuTxEIXDC9oL5s3-DlK2SBjEP8LiZ6eE3BlaRDgq_C6OnhIaL80uqwACTJ2GJEjBXD9ScwiLmK2qwf_/s1600/Photo+150.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDGTZFCkuYRn5c1IKSatr0o5aQ9uCKE0bs__uze-WiFIm7EIunReE6RCg-IsUuCuTxEIXDC9oL5s3-DlK2SBjEP8LiZ6eE3BlaRDgq_C6OnhIaL80uqwACTJ2GJEjBXD9ScwiLmK2qwf_/s400/Photo+150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579018878724878066" /></a><br />I got these over the summer, and I've walked holes in the toes, and on the sides. I walk a lot. What can I say?<div><br /></div><div><br />Also theses Bass Shoes that are coming out supposedly sometime for the Spring/Summer line make make me drool. I want these so, so bad. I think they will be more affordable than the Winship shoes, but, you never know. UGH I LOVE SHOES</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAbtMdjvONbs_9pEYiJg94fwZpM3Bs0Hg6eBVpe-rkiOpVKjooKI4t2TBed7lNNPYi5BnKmLb3g3MYULjmEy5bGVzpsq-KZLON73zuVJBLEjWwXNa8xeYoK7kxtjwkgq_OGAwvSAgZrRq3/s400/PrettyBass.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579026319668948562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-34620125090299144512011-02-10T03:38:00.002-05:002011-02-10T03:41:47.899-05:00One of My favorite Fairly OddParents EpisodesI'm in this history of animation class where we watch old cartoons. Its really cool. I used to be really super into Fairly Oddparents, and this was one of my faves because they talk about the sweet old school cartoons, Now that I've learned a little about the history, some of the comments and signs and things make more sense<br /><div style="background-color:#000000;width:368px;"><div style="padding:4px;"><embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:video:nick.com:25580" width="360" height="293" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="." flashVars=""></embed><p style="text-align:left;background-color:#FFFFFF;padding:4px;margin-top:4px;margin-bottom:0px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><a href="http://www.nick.com/shows/">The Fairly OddParents</a></b><br/>Tags: <a href='http://www.nick.com/videos/fairly-oddparents-videos'>The Fairly OddParents Episodes</a>,<a href='http://www.nick.com/shows/fairly-oddparents'>The Fairly OddParents</a>,<a href='http://www.nick.com/games/fairly-oddparents-games'>The Fairly OddParents Games</a></p></div></div>Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-66018455494092081672010-12-29T01:04:00.000-05:002010-12-29T01:05:18.903-05:00Airplane Adventure part 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUusBcZTauv9bNQlfy9NtU8kf2YSHqeVYJIgP5x-U8UnF9lee01c04CBi7rUcItDQKOHP621krtq6wdyssr3fxa24M6hCqH0U2NlynMrhGXjdH6KX348gkTzx0hyymRw0aH95dfkRd0ZA/s1600/IMGP0649.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUusBcZTauv9bNQlfy9NtU8kf2YSHqeVYJIgP5x-U8UnF9lee01c04CBi7rUcItDQKOHP621krtq6wdyssr3fxa24M6hCqH0U2NlynMrhGXjdH6KX348gkTzx0hyymRw0aH95dfkRd0ZA/s400/IMGP0649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555971016249002162" /></a><br />So I realizes I never told you what happened on my flight from Vegas to Detroit. <br />I ended up getting a seat next to this old guy who smelled like cigarette smoke and was carrying a motorcycle helmet. He told me he used to be a member of Hells Angels, but he left because they started caring too much about money. The guy was very chatty, and started telling jokes that would get me kicked out of BYU if I repeated them. They also weren't funny. Then this girl in front of us told him to be quiet, and he started venting to me about how people like her were what was wrong with America, and how she was such a B$%#! and thats how his wife acted which was why he was getting a divorce from her, and how he was a vietnam veteran and I don't know. he just kept talking incessantly and I just smiled and nodded and laughed when it called for it, or mmmed sympathetically when it called for that, because I didn't want this guy to be talking under his breath about how horrible of a person I was. But thankfully when the seatbelt sign when off, he got out of his seat and I snoozed until the seatbelt sign came back on, and he woke me up even though I was feigning sleep anyway, and told me we were about to land. <br /><br />by the time I got to Detroit I was so tired I wanted sleep forever, then this alarm went off in the airport right as we were about to board, I was about to cry at that point because there was no way I wanted to be stuck in Detroit for longer than I had to be. But they let us board anyway, and I was so relieved, I ended up getting the whole row to myself so I stretched out and napped until the sun shone in my face and I took that photo out of the window. I love clouds. I was seriously tired, and I think that if I could have checked the baggage under my eyes at that point I would have had to pay a fine, they were so large. <br /><br />I got home and I slept from 10 AM to 10 PM It was awesome.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-17399677189273328812010-12-17T00:14:00.003-05:002010-12-17T00:30:44.583-05:00Shut up and put your money where your mouth isI'm in Las Vegas right now, and I just have to say, the airport is AWESOME. If only I was 3 months older/there weren't these intimidating guard people standing around ready to card people I'd definitely try my hand at the slots. I have this unfortunate problem (that I'm sure I won't mind in a few years) that I suppose I look a little bit younger than I am. True Story: a 16-year-old thought I was 17, and a lot of parents of people I met my first week back at school thought I was a freshman. I'm just so well preserved. <br /><br />Anyway, my flight here was less than an hour, and I sat next to this really nice Samoan woman with pinkish hair where she tried to cover up the grey. She also had this scarf that resembled a feather boa. She was coming to vegas for her daughter's 21st birthday, her son plays football for the U (our rivals. so uncool). I usually meet really awesome people on planes. Airports/planes are some of the best places to talk to people/eavesdrop/ people watch. <br /><br />My last flight wasn't very long at all. It was less than an hour and I was siting in the emergency row. For future reference, the emergency row is the BEST if you are in coach because it has SO much leg room, and what are the odds that there's going to be an emergency really? <br /><br />My stay here may not be as glamorous as THis:<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1-pUaogoX5o?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1-pUaogoX5o?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />but one day maybe, I'll come here just for fun, and it will be the responsible, mormon version of this, with maybe one or two pulls on the slots just for kicks.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-75551207458931685162010-12-16T20:28:00.004-05:002010-12-16T21:28:32.319-05:00Traveling is an adventure.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixky_kEaPndpJaRMfbKcmBbfgGLwCDvUJOnR7_yuMOrPbYeiTbgjoza-Y3gXmq21qPriTx6MepQZuK9jsA_ke13jf8WcA9bfMeB-I0bBOO11cv8toNWPFL4lsmZgcV-A16Pl7oPi0SKG8U/s1600/Photo+178.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixky_kEaPndpJaRMfbKcmBbfgGLwCDvUJOnR7_yuMOrPbYeiTbgjoza-Y3gXmq21qPriTx6MepQZuK9jsA_ke13jf8WcA9bfMeB-I0bBOO11cv8toNWPFL4lsmZgcV-A16Pl7oPi0SKG8U/s400/Photo+178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551459822091525026" /></a><br />You would think leaving Provo for SLC at 1:45 for a flight at 5:14 would be plenty of time. <br />This is not true. <br />At least when 2 car wrecks are involved. <br /><br />Yep we were stuck in a 3 Hour traffic jam. I shouldn't complain. There are <a href="http://wheels.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/08/24/chinas-60-mile-traffic-jam-is-breaking-up/">worse ones</a> We got off the highway, but traffic was still backed up in Sandy, UT. We were trapped there for a lot longer than I would have liked. but its OK now I get to go on a 4 leg journey that, once I get on the plane, will last 13 hours. Awesome. <br /><br />I am currently sitting in the Salt Lake Airport. It is 6:45 PM and because I missed my original flight, This is how I'm getting home: <br />Departure-SLC 8:00 PM<br />Arrival-Vegas 8:27 PM<br />Departure-Las Vegas 11:40 PM <br />Arrival-Detroit 6:29 AM<br />Departure-Detroit: 7:30 AM <br />Arrival-Baltimore 9:05 AM (finally!)<br /><br />About that photo; I don't wear glasses. I use them to cover up the unfortunate shadows under my eyes I got from staying up until 3AM finishing a project, and subsequently having to wake up at 6:30 to turn it in. Also, I forgot to put in my anti-frizz cream when I took a shower last night because I was really tired. So my hair is a mess. I'm going to be super cute when I land in MD.... not. <br /><br />I think this is Karma for giggling at the Stake Christmas Devotional in which there were a lot of really unfortunate mishaps. Yet they were also funny. (a girl messed up away in a manger, and sung the line "the Little Lord Jesus asleep in his bed" as "Baby Jesus asleep on his head" I couldn't help myself. It all went downhill from there.) <br /><br />Lately it feels like every time I fly home for christmas it turns into an adventure. All I want is to get home. I will update when I get to Vegas.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-90537435986211971182010-12-04T02:45:00.004-05:002010-12-04T04:49:12.897-05:00Wishful thinking wishlist!Every winter before christmas I put together a wishlist of stuff I'd love to get if I were related to fabulously wealthy people. But I'm not, but its fun anyway. So here it goes: <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51U2mS8cmwL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51U2mS8cmwL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0041T52S6/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_1?pf_rd_p=486539851&pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&pf_rd_t=201&pf_rd_i=B0043GAZYS&pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_r=1DRRH7EXZKVQK54F166S">Scott Pilgrim vs. The World on DVD</a>. This movie is so awesome I can't handle it. $17.99<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXa61QRLa7A26XlwuMV3qbnOpuiHaAUI1mc4LUU1sFnEX3zh7CAlJai71uhyyIb_dJgZlF2XWv3Uip7cDHxl_hK-0CA7eN9b0mk3UmMKOTf8x8Rd6ZUpH8jhzHepibxWuLYdEcFhiwaXyu/s1600/19765-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXa61QRLa7A26XlwuMV3qbnOpuiHaAUI1mc4LUU1sFnEX3zh7CAlJai71uhyyIb_dJgZlF2XWv3Uip7cDHxl_hK-0CA7eN9b0mk3UmMKOTf8x8Rd6ZUpH8jhzHepibxWuLYdEcFhiwaXyu/s400/19765-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546732539633770914" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Accessories/Hats+Scarves/The+Dee+Hat">A Bowler Hat </a> The hipster in me wants a bowler hat SO badly I can't handle it. I'd wear it all the time. I think they're so cute. $31.99 (I almost want to buy this myself, but being the tightwad I am I can't bear to part with that much money for a hat. Plus there are only 2 left. by the time I make up my mind they'll be all gone)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/299834386/MC_SN_icon.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/299834386/MC_SN_icon.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />A gift card to Modcloth.com. There are SO MANY cute clothes on there, my wishlist for their website is way too long.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.classycars.org/Ford/Ford.2002.Thunderbird-blue.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 524px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.classycars.org/Ford/Ford.2002.Thunderbird-blue.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.carmax.com/enus/view-car/default.html?AVi=8&id=7069325&N=4294966965&D=90&ASTc=Thunderbird&zip=84604&pD=0&pI=0&pT=400&pC=200&pB=0&No=0&Ep=homepage:homepage%20Make&Rp=R&PP=20&sV=List&CD=14+240+190+398+9&Q=a66c76ab-5a6e-4e20-a90f-69f5d8bf8990">Mint Green 2002 Ford Thunderbird</a> I love these cars. I don't know if they are old lady cars or not, but I think they are awesome. $17,599<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51k-ngo-o3L._SL500_AA300_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51k-ngo-o3L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wonderful-Wizard-Oz-Marvel-Classics/dp/0785129219/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1291450961&sr=8-1">The Wonderful Wizard of Oz Graphic Novel</a> I really like this Artist's work. and I figure its about time I get into comic books a bit. What better place to start than the Wizard of Oz? $19.79<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbuji5YqmF1qav8zgo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbuji5YqmF1qav8zgo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />This Sandwich: Artisan bread, smoked Gouda, provolone, salami, roasted red peppers and an over easy egg, topped with rosemary $ ?.?? However much ingredients like this cost<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7njpeHJVw1qc4b4io1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 327px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7njpeHJVw1qc4b4io1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Iceland<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcvq7isEvU1qc2l4ao1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 341px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcvq7isEvU1qc2l4ao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />France<br />Trip to Europe/Iceland. I want to see the world so bad, plus I'm a big fan of the European way of life. I want to experience a different culture so badly, plus its so beautiful. And the food looks so delicious, and getting a change of pace would be wonderful. $Priceless. But also a lot Probably<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.photographyblog.com/images/sized/images/uploads/adobe_photoshop_cs5-313x400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.photographyblog.com/images/sized/images/uploads/adobe_photoshop_cs5-313x400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Photoshop CS5. I will probably end up buying this for myself because I need it. Plus I want to get really good at digital painting.But its SO expensive. $199<br /><br />But what I really want is to go home to Maryland. I'm probably not going to get any of these things (I asked for an expensive tablet for christmas so I'm not expecting anything besides that), I mean it is Wishful thinking after all. But thats ok. I just can't wait to see My family and be back in Gaithersburg.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-58581894149925098052010-11-19T05:29:00.006-05:002010-11-19T07:03:05.215-05:00Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows ReviewSo its 3:30 AM and I just got home from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I was sporting my <a href="http://www.hottopic.com/hottopic/WhatsNew/Gifts/Harry-Potter-Gryffindor-Comfy-Throw-With-Sleeves-145025.jsp">Harry Potter Snuggie</a> at the theater, which did fetch a couple compliments. I'm pretty sure its the single best purchase I've made to date. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipPdQ7dSBREXJm1IXmURhfSsOYnhUP1WfJm0tSiy_NlVl4PLlh9v70Vfd_VnVV7giEgsBFhzChWOtYHDGOA-77vrpkOXx94vZmS12cSbylSjqgp6Y9cSombAWYAdZgcOPoKcRlDS0RFUOV/s1600/IMGP0557.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipPdQ7dSBREXJm1IXmURhfSsOYnhUP1WfJm0tSiy_NlVl4PLlh9v70Vfd_VnVV7giEgsBFhzChWOtYHDGOA-77vrpkOXx94vZmS12cSbylSjqgp6Y9cSombAWYAdZgcOPoKcRlDS0RFUOV/s400/IMGP0557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541208230665710802" /></a> But I'm not here to discuss my awesome snuggie. I'm here to talk about the movie. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 1. Now, without trying to spoil it too badly for those of you who haven't seen the movie and haven't read the book, (but lets face it, if you haven't read the book by now you probably deserve to be spoiled for being culturally obtuse.) and keeping in mind that it is nearing 4 AM and I'm getting tired, I will tell you exactly how I feel about this movie.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeCpdloFfdrC9Rv354ft2ML2Dn8YghKv89-n_6VK-kmShyK0fGX4qu0Pk58pqngnWMczvSMbzG1TqOY1V04rp8yadmR6IvMgY6ZiTIXDT2OYEhLEWiui2bx34I2B3xLygg8uIdrGPoD09P/s1600/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-i-movie-poster.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeCpdloFfdrC9Rv354ft2ML2Dn8YghKv89-n_6VK-kmShyK0fGX4qu0Pk58pqngnWMczvSMbzG1TqOY1V04rp8yadmR6IvMgY6ZiTIXDT2OYEhLEWiui2bx34I2B3xLygg8uIdrGPoD09P/s400/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-i-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541210602823938162" /></a><br />I went into the movie, expecting absolutely nothing. I had only seen the trailer maybe 3 times over the summer because I feel, based on a past experience, that I can enjoy a movie for what it is so much more by knowing as little about it beforehand as possible. Now, I'd read the book of course, so I knew what would happen, but as with all books-turned-movies, the directors have to chose what they're going to leave in and take out, and change for the sake of pacing. <br /><br />That being said I think that of all the Harry Potter movies to date, this one captured the essence of the book the absolute best. You really feel the hopelessness, the fear and the stress of Harry, Ron and Hermione as they are out on the run without Dumbledore to help them in their plight. You get this sense right from the start which is a great way to put you in the right emotional state from the get-go. We have to remember, the biggest, baddest villain of all time is back, oppressing, killing, and generally terrorizing all of the people. The Wizarding world is in a dark place in the midst of all this and I think it was very right for them to set the tone this way. <br /><br />Now don't get me wrong. There are plenty of opportunities for laughs which they handle successfully which make it very enjoyable, diffusing quite a lot of the heavy scenes so the audience isn't too overloaded by the desperate feelings that can only come about from war. And there were two moments where a few tears may have been shed. There are also some really intense parts, namely the part where they visit Bathilda Bagshot's place. In the book, this is probably the scariest scene and it had me jumping and gasping and even screaming a bit. There are a few other places that garnered this response from me as well to which I say "bravo" to the filmmakers for allowing me to get so wrapped up in what is going on. <br /><br />The one part I really wished they had put in was the part where they see the plaque that says something to the effect of "Here is the spot where Lily and James Potter died, but Harry is still alive and kicking, yadda yadda" and there are all these encouraging notes left there in wizard graffiti that say stuff like "good luck Harry, we believe in you", and Harry is really uplifted by that. That was one of my favorite scenes just because its nice to see evidence of other people believing in you. <br /><br />Now there was some controversy about a "nude scene" in this film. Its basically a really creepy vision that comes out of the Horcrux that Ron has to destroy, of Hermione being all "Who'd ever want you when we have Harry Potter in comparison?" and then the super smooth and shiny Hermione and Harry visions start making out and you get this shot of them that artistically turns in to billowing clouds in sensitive areas. basically you just see the sides of them bare-skinned, but nothing is really shown, its mainly implied. <br /><br />It ends in a super cliffhanger of course, because its "to be continued" it just makes me mad because I'm not going to get a chance to see the second part till July. <br /><br />The only place where the effects really bothered me was when Hagrid and Harry were getting chased by deatheaters in the flying motorbike, and they're on the road darting through cars, its clearly like, 99% CG but the cars and the road were just way too <span style="font-style:italic;">clean</span> and unreal or something for that scene to look legitimate. it looked like a funny dream sequence or something with how unreal it looked. But I mentioned it to my friends, and they didn't seem to notice. I think because I'm learning how these things are created I'm starting to lookout for things like that.<br /><br />As far as the rest of the animation goes though, it was awesome. I loved the part where Hermione tells the story of the 3 Brothers. its all animated and in silhouette and I'm a sucker for that, and its also way stylized and very cool. <br /><br />Also Bill Nighy is the Prime Minister of Magic and he just sounded so much like Davy Jones I couldn't help but giggle a little. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJGSwa0PaVPUMbkRzhehfU-Xtdy-f7EXoKTSjyNBrtoozpo5lOy4j3oc0TX1g358iiIaTdo81TdvjxdmD-Zl9ZZ6vq15IySsKpamyM55ECM8eGLqjyJ31cyGbKM3dfsHMTZFnyJI_kHzJi/s1600/MV5BMTk1MzMzMDU5Nl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzAyODgwNA%2540%2540._V1._SX640_SY360_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJGSwa0PaVPUMbkRzhehfU-Xtdy-f7EXoKTSjyNBrtoozpo5lOy4j3oc0TX1g358iiIaTdo81TdvjxdmD-Zl9ZZ6vq15IySsKpamyM55ECM8eGLqjyJ31cyGbKM3dfsHMTZFnyJI_kHzJi/s400/MV5BMTk1MzMzMDU5Nl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzAyODgwNA%2540%2540._V1._SX640_SY360_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541225088517488866" /></a><br /><center> It's like looking in a Mirror</center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6v-xFlFBfpeY14opmGXVbRynWjatwxkhG9kyzoZIFkWiyD0wNIenzdwkxPqAM9BemfXoW4FyOD1hM7O_OeQwoFu2TWbXcE499KPTn0BcZc-2-YtgVl2UDkmzS6CyF8A-rggOSLkaRuMVu/s1600/Davy-Jones.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6v-xFlFBfpeY14opmGXVbRynWjatwxkhG9kyzoZIFkWiyD0wNIenzdwkxPqAM9BemfXoW4FyOD1hM7O_OeQwoFu2TWbXcE499KPTn0BcZc-2-YtgVl2UDkmzS6CyF8A-rggOSLkaRuMVu/s400/Davy-Jones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541225091365346082" /></a><br /><br /><br />That's all I have to say about that right now. I need to see it again when I'm more awake in the brain. <br />I have a way of rating movies by asking these questions: Would you see it again in the full priced theaters (as opposed to the dollar theater)? and Would you buy it on DVD. <br /><br />The answer to both of these is a huge, resounding YES. And I'm not just saying that because I'm a Harry Potter fan.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-31106322520301396582010-10-25T00:39:00.001-04:002010-10-25T00:46:35.834-04:00Personality Quiz Rezults<div align="center"> <table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"> <tr> <td bgcolor="#eeeeee"> <div align="center">Advanced Global Personality Test Results<br> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#eeeeee"><tr> <td> <table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"> <tr> <td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank">Extraversion</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||||</td><td width="30">43%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stabilty.html" target="_blank" >Stability</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||||||||||||</td><td width="30">83%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank">Orderliness</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||||||||</td><td width="30">63%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank" >Accommodation</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||||||||</td><td width="30">70%</td></tr> <tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank" >Intellectual</a></td><td width="61">||||||</td><td width="30">30%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank">Interdependence</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||||||</td><td width="30">60%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank">Mystical</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||</td><td width="30">40%</td></tr> <tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank">Materialism</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||||||</td><td width="30">60%</td></tr> <tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank">Narcissism</a></td><td width="61">||</td><td width="30">10%</td></tr> <tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank">Adventurousness</a></td><td width="61">||||||</td><td width="30">30%</td></tr> <tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank" >Work ethic</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||||||||||</td><td width="30">80%</td></tr> <tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank" >Conflictseeking</a></td><td width="61">||||||</td><td width="30">30%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank">Need to dominate</a></td><td width="61">||||||</td><td width="30">30%</td></tr> <tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank">Romantic</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||||</td><td width="30">50%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank">Avoidant</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||||</td><td width="30">50%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank">Anti-authority</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||||</td><td width="30">50%</td></tr></table></td><td><table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"bgcolor="#dddddd"><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank">Wealth</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||</td><td width="30">40%</td></tr> <tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank">Dependency</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||</td><td width="30">40%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank">Change averse</a></td><td width="61">||||||</td><td width="30">30%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank">Cautiousness</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||||||||||||</td><td width="30">90%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank">Individuality</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||||||||</td><td width="30">70%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank">Sexuality</a></td><td width="61">||||||</td><td width="30">30%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank">Peter pancomplex</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||||||</td><td width="30">60%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank">Histrionic</a></td><td width="61">||</td><td width="30">10%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank">Vanity</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||||||</td><td width="30">60%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank">Artistic</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||||||||||</td><td width="30">80%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank">Hedonism</a></td><td width="61">||</td><td width="30">10%</td></tr> <tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank">Physicalfitness</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||</td><td width="30">40%</td></tr> <tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank">Religious</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||||||||||||</td><td width="30">90%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank">Paranoia</a></td><td width="61">||||||</td><td width="30">30%</td></tr> <tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html"target="_blank">Hypersensitivity</a></td><td width="61">||||||||||||||||||||</td><td width="30">83%</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://similarminds.com/types/indie.html" target="_blank">Indie</a></td><td width="61">||</td><td width="30">10%</td></tr></table></table> </table></div></div><br /><br /><br />Stability results were high which suggests you are very relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic..<br /><br />Orderliness results were moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly organized, reliable, neat, and hard working at the expense of flexibility, efficiency, spontaneity, and fun.<br /><br />Extraversion results were moderately low which suggests you are reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and secretive.<br /><br /><br />trait snapshot:<br />clean, organized, regular, self reliant, tough, positive, high self control, very good at saving money, dislikes chaos, resolute, realist, trusting, hard working, dislikes unpredictability, prefers a technical specialized career, not worrying, respects authority, enjoys leadership, finisher, normal, optimistic, controlling, prudent, modest, adventurous, does not like to be alone, intellectual, likes the unknown, very practical, high self esteem, assertive, perfectionist, busy, altruisticMeredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-28184864255997951052010-10-05T18:53:00.004-04:002010-10-06T03:30:10.856-04:00Quick art update.So Things have been pretty busy around here. The Animation Program is quite a lot of work, but I'm enjoying it. I still feel like I'm not quite up to par drawing-wise compared to some of the other people in my year, but I feel like I'm getting better, and I'm learning a lot. So besides this inferiority complex that I've internalized, and is secretly messing around with my confidence, I am enjoying myself.<br /><br />There are a few other things I need to scan and stick on here, but here is some of the stuff I've been working on recently. <br /><br />I'll try and post an update on my life soon. But first I need to take some photos.<br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ1QwWeVl-GPBS7K3bsmxdBY4bIDqw2GZ3nmj_pgzg68lkZGmufrIfgP59cet6uprqQHzu6ql9FeiwOaGwObFU__T_D-RjlIZYuCdwCa9v17SJFO4BT3OfqdJXrcJwcMOU4BvTVMLrA1qf/s1600/Tree+Crab.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ1QwWeVl-GPBS7K3bsmxdBY4bIDqw2GZ3nmj_pgzg68lkZGmufrIfgP59cet6uprqQHzu6ql9FeiwOaGwObFU__T_D-RjlIZYuCdwCa9v17SJFO4BT3OfqdJXrcJwcMOU4BvTVMLrA1qf/s400/Tree+Crab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524701868462060866" /></a><br />This was the first prompt: Tree Crabs of the Lonesome forest. I sort of designed him after a coconut crab, but the teacher said he had the face of a rapist/ sex offender. I was going for creepy, and those are the creepiest kinds of people I know. So I guess it works? <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr33RdzafUIkk1sSh5PWCu89M3vE6ylHjYIOAXz-rWOJoOEA7HXSC2cQWlbOqzLBJgHIrwao1yeMPDLi2wINi7Aojw3U6iGhOYA0AS4XKbB-J5cW_xgJkdvx5PI-3qC7xGpDFsUTO7zHfI/s1600/Eggypaper.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr33RdzafUIkk1sSh5PWCu89M3vE6ylHjYIOAXz-rWOJoOEA7HXSC2cQWlbOqzLBJgHIrwao1yeMPDLi2wINi7Aojw3U6iGhOYA0AS4XKbB-J5cW_xgJkdvx5PI-3qC7xGpDFsUTO7zHfI/s400/Eggypaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524701861738498306" /></a><br />This is a practice on value, using markers is super unforgiving. but hey, this was just a practice, <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj760V1bNHmyWykKdBKvzQW8LLn29WEGKe0g1qwA7gjJqhtj3HDKKzwLyn6B9Ru3GngIMlvSFmB0cdeOQxw42iKLBgH90oTJus76JQez42UqZ7ZnImql4P2t59_wEMaQE26AK01O1syyyYL/s1600/lion3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj760V1bNHmyWykKdBKvzQW8LLn29WEGKe0g1qwA7gjJqhtj3HDKKzwLyn6B9Ru3GngIMlvSFmB0cdeOQxw42iKLBgH90oTJus76JQez42UqZ7ZnImql4P2t59_wEMaQE26AK01O1syyyYL/s400/lion3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524701858253034658" /></a><br />This was for the Urban Vinyl toy designed around the theme of "Disturbed Circus" I'm still not quite friends with the markers yet, so I'm not super happy with the tones added, but hey, this is a learning experience<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5PyrmsRj_DgpnQx_I8LeHDF8IJN8dvaxCjtEwmmWTVxGhNEl_NoJGz72A2FnfYH5jxYPH27CC-LXzNxh-qqIYHj2YuafWhYCHSPgu3WbbdZ_TDew_ecZS5KERI3_xqwEuaYJnQHOvlTN/s1600/Imaginary+Friend.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5PyrmsRj_DgpnQx_I8LeHDF8IJN8dvaxCjtEwmmWTVxGhNEl_NoJGz72A2FnfYH5jxYPH27CC-LXzNxh-qqIYHj2YuafWhYCHSPgu3WbbdZ_TDew_ecZS5KERI3_xqwEuaYJnQHOvlTN/s400/Imaginary+Friend.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524701853701298226" /></a><br />this was for the imaginary friend one. I hashed out the base drawing super late last night... I think? I don't know. I've been staying up way too late really and the days are blending together. Anyway, there are some issues with this that I need to fix now that I'm looking at it after not looking at it for several hours, but its a little late, I turned it in already. Oh well. Que Sera Sera. I'll fix it for myself one day.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-39411365312261985462010-08-10T00:25:00.002-04:002010-08-10T00:38:24.565-04:00I am an Animation MajorI got the letter in the mail today. I am officially A BYU Animation Major. <br /><br />After two years of working really hard. I finally made it. I'm so happy. <br />On saturday, I heard two of my friends got in, but my major hadn't changed online, so I had convinced myself I failed once again. I cried and whined on my <a href="http://rainshine.tumblr.com">tumblr</a> on sunday, because my great aunt is in town we went to DC. I tried not to think about it but I was so bummed the whole time. Especially in the art museum. Then I get home from babysitting and I opened the mailbox. A BYU letter is waiting. My hands were shaking and I saw the word "pleased" rather than "regret" and I FREAK out and run in shrieking. Best day ever. 8/9/10 was good to me.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-694768766641981942010-07-31T19:31:00.003-04:002010-08-01T18:34:25.675-04:00DreamsI saw Inception on thursday and ever since then I've been thinking a lot more dreams...<br /><br />On friday, I dreamt that there was a Justin Bieber concert, and all these Justin Bieber fan moms were at a bar waiting for their kids to get out of a concert. For some reason I was in this bar just sort of hanging out. (Maybe I was a mom, maybe I was waiting for no reason, Maybe I just like bars in my subconscious) Anyway, Justin Bieber and his posse/entourage walk in and I'm going "woah" Justin Bieber, all casually over my drink. And he starts talking to me, and I realize I'm in love with him, and he's into cougars, and I wake up. Creepy. I don't even like Justin Bieber really. I mean he's ok but I don't really listen to his music so much. I think when my radio alarm goes off in the morning they were talking about him, and thats where that came from. <br /><br />I once had a dream also where my sister was running away with Justin Bieber to Ireland, because no one would think to find him there. I didn't want her to go because she hates wool sweaters, and you need to get one if you go there I guess. <br /><br />weird.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT2EqojKB-pipOiUu0-AK5Uc4jgijYE4lQTIXnaRe21Gp9mBcetw84h820ndxyaWNhFPVjf3LPGqYBSJCq7uDWmlNUNHbn3J78HGcSkELKzxhS5LYsnr9WTiS5U5bpEp-r40lrRE_YaTu_/s1600/Hotties.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT2EqojKB-pipOiUu0-AK5Uc4jgijYE4lQTIXnaRe21Gp9mBcetw84h820ndxyaWNhFPVjf3LPGqYBSJCq7uDWmlNUNHbn3J78HGcSkELKzxhS5LYsnr9WTiS5U5bpEp-r40lrRE_YaTu_/s400/Hotties.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500573408267069010" /></a><br />Ezra Miller & Zoe Kravitz<br />I also dreamt that Ezra Miller, the boy on Royal Pains who plays a hemophiliac and who I also find really hot, showed up at this restaurant that was decorated yellow and green that was closing soon and I like freaked out and I was blabbering on how much I liked him and trying to hug him, I was trying to think of something witty and unique to say, but I just sounded like any crazy fangirl and I creeped him out, so I didn't become his girlfriend.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-63124641715479847762010-07-28T23:39:00.008-04:002010-07-29T00:57:19.909-04:00Things I've Learned this SummerSince that post I did way back in April, I've gotten over my missing of school. I love Summer vacation! I am learning invaluable lessons so far...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJiSpaeZXj8zUXQ0mepwJEdX2PpyPlQxKNCOLmo7vw8lLuPWcn7uNtgLMA0RY5RCSAiNdfrAn2xYrvJtdlyl3frrauV5nXAlbFa76HibI-7dEoTbak52Vr7MpJoHrhMXo5T7Noydy-UZQ/s1600/marilyn.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJiSpaeZXj8zUXQ0mepwJEdX2PpyPlQxKNCOLmo7vw8lLuPWcn7uNtgLMA0RY5RCSAiNdfrAn2xYrvJtdlyl3frrauV5nXAlbFa76HibI-7dEoTbak52Vr7MpJoHrhMXo5T7Noydy-UZQ/s320/marilyn.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499171271246318722" /></a><br />1. I get why everyone makes such a big deal about Marilyn Monroe. I can't really describe it but the woman was a star. She knew how to work IT. <br />Movie list: Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, The Seven Year Itch<br /><br />2. Driving into the gutter is a VERY BAD THING. <br /><br />3. Earthquakes CAN happen in Maryland...<br /><br />4. <a href="http://www.thatwasfunny.com/water-or-coke/669">Water</a> is better for you than I thought<br /><br />5. Werewolves are better than vampires, even if Bella is too much of a fool to see it. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidKAlUxy5YCRZ6eSWQNectJB8V4z62aPgJFY4oR1rhiPXopvOYeN_1aZSGMvsBWRVO10TQcXZEAiFKYIir0MccEz3uZy0N4NrL5WCABFiFYfn1cHdhqXz1SWGFkMEqrSz5qmx6dquyLUo/s1600/Nasty+Edward.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidKAlUxy5YCRZ6eSWQNectJB8V4z62aPgJFY4oR1rhiPXopvOYeN_1aZSGMvsBWRVO10TQcXZEAiFKYIir0MccEz3uZy0N4NrL5WCABFiFYfn1cHdhqXz1SWGFkMEqrSz5qmx6dquyLUo/s320/Nasty+Edward.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499176020662774562" /></a><br />Just look ad Edward's nasty body compared to Jacob's. If I saw that I'd run the other direction. Barf. I wish I had a photo of Taylor Lautner's back. I find his back muscles incredibly hot. Is that weird? <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3vEBY1iSrGXekCt2aoj3Jj1KIbXwBJGZD_0aipo1V-k2xgL9LZqXd2jtx8kpLyOp5tq2P0icnk0UIn9YUOtmZTZm1d967dgJlYJP_RrwIIgik9K7e5C44KjsSZtckXQrwOyV07XXty5S/s1600/Jacob+Black.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3vEBY1iSrGXekCt2aoj3Jj1KIbXwBJGZD_0aipo1V-k2xgL9LZqXd2jtx8kpLyOp5tq2P0icnk0UIn9YUOtmZTZm1d967dgJlYJP_RrwIIgik9K7e5C44KjsSZtckXQrwOyV07XXty5S/s320/Jacob+Black.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499176026750656498" /></a><br /><br /><c>Even Van Helsing knows werewolves trump vampires</c><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDEo28jp1AIx7GHgACedT_6F-GJqFcDzx2uUZ2DrRwMNYfO9H0ST0G-Fod2L-YG5SvOyBC_VHxQAKf42kCQ5LEqgIoSbvT2PLg5hXVG2ERfuiLhgQ5X_TUkIoGLBEjyd2FEWs2_iV4UGs/s1600/VHwerewolf3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDEo28jp1AIx7GHgACedT_6F-GJqFcDzx2uUZ2DrRwMNYfO9H0ST0G-Fod2L-YG5SvOyBC_VHxQAKf42kCQ5LEqgIoSbvT2PLg5hXVG2ERfuiLhgQ5X_TUkIoGLBEjyd2FEWs2_iV4UGs/s320/VHwerewolf3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499177382552540978" /></a><br /><br />5. Whoever is responsible for coming up with the stories for Pixar is a genius. (That means YOU John Lasseter-my Hero) <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86yQZhZ9wPhXGHGXYfuSO1Q8op3hunxe-bEtWM9wum_xd4ELnU1-NJWPw6geqIOmXhJB_ZtWM7hITMgKhWkXzFshV33PtEP7_augc-tMfwrI1tKNoI4uN0AmX0R_cOFE0oZ4go77Eupo7/s1600/toystory3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86yQZhZ9wPhXGHGXYfuSO1Q8op3hunxe-bEtWM9wum_xd4ELnU1-NJWPw6geqIOmXhJB_ZtWM7hITMgKhWkXzFshV33PtEP7_augc-tMfwrI1tKNoI4uN0AmX0R_cOFE0oZ4go77Eupo7/s320/toystory3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499179171311379586" /></a><br /><br />6. Fireflies are kind of magical looking against the backdrop of nighttime, and forest. <br /><br />7. I can babysit for days<br /><br />8. 90's cartoons are the epitome of good children's television <br /><br />9. Romeo and Juliet are fools<br /><br />10. Cool Guys Don't look at explosions <br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sqz5dbs5zmo&hl=en_US&fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sqz5dbs5zmo&hl=en_US&fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />11. Luray Caverns air is 98% germ free<br /><img height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs095.snc4/36129_1207699872391_1225500704_30905653_2960890_n.jpg"><br /><br />Other stuff I've done this summer: <br /><br />Baked some delicious cakes<br />Saved a lost turtle <br />held a sparkler for the first time ever<br />watched my <a href="http://inthelalalandmachine.blogspot.com/">Sister</a> graduate high school<br /><img height="300" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs594.snc3/31321_1202493902245_1225500704_30885623_6485040_n.jpg"><br />went to a Nats Game. <br />Stuttered embarrassingly when someone asked me if a seat was open<br />Looked at beautiful east-coast highway scenery<br /> <br /><br />Basically this is one of the only summers where I wasn't longing for fall/winter. Although, the halloween decorations at Michael's did warm the cockles of my heart...<br /><br />That's all for now folks!Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-32469281753137346822010-07-16T06:00:00.003-04:002010-07-16T06:34:00.749-04:00What the...? Earthquake in Maryland??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFP50svvluiAnyhJMcNRuMvTi1njsdWXWcR9MF6Z9JcwXonvjzyomgW2uac0ciljS3NWwQke8eGvwSHFh3QBcHSfgFnhvptDf2S6eFk9M084W5TkZTH_H37lW80QWTwV6aP26UkNIRzOsJ/s1600/Photo+124.jpg"></a><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFP50svvluiAnyhJMcNRuMvTi1njsdWXWcR9MF6Z9JcwXonvjzyomgW2uac0ciljS3NWwQke8eGvwSHFh3QBcHSfgFnhvptDf2S6eFk9M084W5TkZTH_H37lW80QWTwV6aP26UkNIRzOsJ/s320/Photo+124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494442154393150306" /><blockquote>"A magnitude 3.7 earthquake occurred in the Potomac-Shenandoah region at 5:04 a.m. Friday morning, according to U.S. Geological Survey."</blockquote><br /><br />Here I was just laying snug in my bed when all of a sudden I feel and hear a this rumbling sound way early in the morning. And the creepy thing was it lasted way longer than thunder, and if felt way stronger. I thought it was my imagination/a dream but I heard my mom and sister react to it too. I thought about moving under a desk, but in my mind it was inconceivable that there would be an earthquake HERE of all places. So I was lying there thinking about it, so I do the first thing that comes to mind. I get online to see if that wasn't just me. Facebook statuses start changing and someone finally links to the facts. <br /><br />I have to admit my thoughts were muddled I feel like I was irritated it woke me up, then confused thinking "What the...? is this an earthquake?" and by the time I was about to go into disaster mode, and get under a desk, it was over. I think I was sort of thinking about <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0925266/">Pushing Daisies</a>, as I was woken since I did watch 3 episodes with my sister the night before... weird. <br /><br />And to think, I left Utah at the end of the semester sad, but deep deep down feeling that there might be an earthquake, and if there was one I wouldn't be around to feel it. and Maryland goes and has one... <br /><br />I just experienced an earthquake. <br /><br />Not a big one. <br /><br />But an earthquake all the sameMeredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-59928420681644841342010-04-26T21:42:00.003-04:002010-04-27T15:14:23.211-04:00*sigh*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/AZN7wsuV4oygj3j35hJWFImNo1_500.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/AZN7wsuV4oygj3j35hJWFImNo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Coming home has not been all its cracked up to be. I've been incredibly bummed out basically since I got home I think because well, several reasons. I'm going to list them here because once I realize what's wrong with me, I can fix it. <br /><br />1. I have NOTHING to do. Basically all I've been doing for about the past week is watching TV and sleeping because there's nothing better to do. In Utah I always had SOMETHING to do, or SOMEWHERE to go. <br /><br />2. All my friends are still at school. That is the problem with BYU getting out so early. I know it makes us more valuable as far as getting internships and jobs goes, but for someone who doesn't have a sweet internship All that means for me is my non-Utah friends are still at college while I'm here. Being bored. Alone<br /><br />3. Its Raining... Its Pouring. So I want to get good at roller skating and biking. but its basically been raining ever since I got home.<br /><br />4. My life has no direction. At church people were like "Oh what's your major?" I don't know. Animation has rejected me but they keep telling me I'm almost good enough. If I apply in August, this will be the 4th time I'll be applying. I don't know if I should do it, even if they seem to see potential. they keep asking me to reapply. Just let me in already!!! If I don't apply/don't get in again what will I major in? I don't know. I'm a little lost. <br /><br />5. My mom is driving me nuts. Here is a conversation we had as we were driving past a little smart car: Mom: You should get a little car like that. I could just see you driving around in something like that" <br />Me: I want to get an orange beetle and name and name it Julius. <br />Mom YOU CAN'T GET A CAR THAT IS TOO MUCH MONEY. YOU NEED A JOB you can't afford insurance what about...(<br />Me: I saw a car online for like $5000, and insurance would be like $200 or so for 6 months. <br />Mom: What do you need a car for anyway? <br />... this conversation went on for a long time until my mom just got so mad she didn't say anything else to me. <br /><br />and then today my sister and my mom are all "Oh you think you're too good for us now" <br />What?! No. its just really hard for me to have nothing to do or say and just sit around doing nothing. <br />Also Its hard for me to listen to my mom order me around patience is something that she has nothing of, and I do things at my own pace.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-76278841140810127812010-04-21T14:50:00.003-04:002010-04-23T00:49:41.521-04:00Leaving on a Jet Plane<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBaEVTHEJF7vz1D4zCTcfqyQQOgrd53prnyqHEwsa01WPAtFsaHvOLuBuAMrEHXGBun0uv2t_bL3jXPKEdCqy7tcCd3qJcCtlQSzje-zrS6P54jLm9JQOzKieM-q9HTACm83R599ks2zX4/s1600/2420505839_e9cc6c652a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBaEVTHEJF7vz1D4zCTcfqyQQOgrd53prnyqHEwsa01WPAtFsaHvOLuBuAMrEHXGBun0uv2t_bL3jXPKEdCqy7tcCd3qJcCtlQSzje-zrS6P54jLm9JQOzKieM-q9HTACm83R599ks2zX4/s320/2420505839_e9cc6c652a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463178671078661538" /></a><br />ok This is going to be a quick post. I am sitting in the terminal waiting for my flight to board currently so I can get back home to Maryland. I brought 2 suitcases, a pretty full backpack, and my laptop case. one of my suitcases, was like 20 pounds over the 50 pound weight limit, so I spent like 20 minutes taking out clothes and moving them around so I could fit everything. <br />I ended up having to unzip this front pocket thing, stuffing clothes into every crevice of my backpack, and my laptop case, and I was shuffling around with all these extra jackets and when I went through security super slow because I had to use like 3 bins to put all my stuff. I'm sure it was quite pitiful looking. I never thought/wanted to be the kind of person that hated airports, but the hassle of lugging around a gigantic backpack and bags full of haphazardly rearranged clothes sort of changed my mind about the whole ordeal. I need to fly somewhere else sometime this summer to fix my perception.<br /><br />I miss the days where it didn't matter how much luggage you had. Not that I ever knew those days (I don't think. Did the early 90s have limits on luggage?) I do remember when they used to give you better snacks for free. <br /><br />I sort of wish I was in an alternate reality where there were no such thing as terrorists, and therefore no annoying airport security measures, and not everyone and their grandmother flew so people like me could bring a bag without having to move all my clothes around, and people would think I'm a cool jet setter.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-80901762615325372182010-04-11T03:52:00.005-04:002010-04-11T04:17:10.364-04:00End of the SemesterSo, Its the end of the semester. I'm actually really bummed I'm not staying around for Spring or Summer. I feel like my life is so much more interesting out here. I mean, check it out: <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidRcIZg0NaMcmb45Vs1jrKsJWFmoqTGapnPRzAtuQXJEufdhDDXtNuDxQNagTuisXeacDj4ZyOebltpsqUhjHbdwQIPyTJT-ocz9lk4Nq1jkkgQanSChttG4ZQUA4fMqj9j7POgo0JFrow/s1600/DSCI0615.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidRcIZg0NaMcmb45Vs1jrKsJWFmoqTGapnPRzAtuQXJEufdhDDXtNuDxQNagTuisXeacDj4ZyOebltpsqUhjHbdwQIPyTJT-ocz9lk4Nq1jkkgQanSChttG4ZQUA4fMqj9j7POgo0JFrow/s320/DSCI0615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458786210604075826" /></a><br />My friends and I played Holi at the festival of colors! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4sOCz0H4ov51FcsTCpnp6TpD3WzglPV8Smjqr-hDQQBBOVEw2UV6sQDKLbX1Kkgnv9YMYlAAKZwtdfM7TXyWrXO1vzde6z67JNwV4FnmXHiSUgzh4zuCU_rleX3P3EHBTbCvgzyBmMd0Q/s1600/DSCI0593.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4sOCz0H4ov51FcsTCpnp6TpD3WzglPV8Smjqr-hDQQBBOVEw2UV6sQDKLbX1Kkgnv9YMYlAAKZwtdfM7TXyWrXO1vzde6z67JNwV4FnmXHiSUgzh4zuCU_rleX3P3EHBTbCvgzyBmMd0Q/s320/DSCI0593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458786198785374498" /></a><br /><br />I made a delicious quiche. With so much cream and bacon and cheese. All by myself! I also made an apple pie. No photos of that though... It was even more delicious<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13Eoz3sQeFMnahRO9uHf8LbtN-hVRMJOOfLMkUWGi5PR46hdbXcZJo8CfvYDUgeOlD6SscTaw4xg4pBNk0tc0kc2-LdKAwYwj4cEr_UrbttXCrIGloY0mGV1QQCZo2IXJnYTYtxD4fD_8/s1600/fig1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13Eoz3sQeFMnahRO9uHf8LbtN-hVRMJOOfLMkUWGi5PR46hdbXcZJo8CfvYDUgeOlD6SscTaw4xg4pBNk0tc0kc2-LdKAwYwj4cEr_UrbttXCrIGloY0mGV1QQCZo2IXJnYTYtxD4fD_8/s320/fig1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458787157813666898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS8x4Rr8lnpVuS62kMIs53v7G69WOa9MANcvgxOslCUfItg9OgSToXaPEHVX0A-uFdihfQHi-mVmK0kvKgF2XNF0GXk9VqVGgplZLrajzRyRup8wFN13laFCSqbJCiIdp-MAimgeVKYCr0/s1600/fig5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS8x4Rr8lnpVuS62kMIs53v7G69WOa9MANcvgxOslCUfItg9OgSToXaPEHVX0A-uFdihfQHi-mVmK0kvKgF2XNF0GXk9VqVGgplZLrajzRyRup8wFN13laFCSqbJCiIdp-MAimgeVKYCr0/s320/fig5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458787143821112354" /></a><br />I applied to animation again. Good heavens I want to know if I have a major or not right now. (that top one got oddly cut off. oh well)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxCHOsVC35Z7WKRPKVcIHoIphcL76lHF77HZEhnRBNgEJnX5nZDcMgVf76crcI9EHSnj6pU8bejX_0ofH3iphbjqYm-8hBzAhDgEj9wh_FWKWYLqh1cbTDOLpFpyNjrkZAwhl7HogpmTvh/s1600/13054_222350101753_572746753_4156216_420426_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxCHOsVC35Z7WKRPKVcIHoIphcL76lHF77HZEhnRBNgEJnX5nZDcMgVf76crcI9EHSnj6pU8bejX_0ofH3iphbjqYm-8hBzAhDgEj9wh_FWKWYLqh1cbTDOLpFpyNjrkZAwhl7HogpmTvh/s320/13054_222350101753_572746753_4156216_420426_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458789852032883330" /></a><br />I was an extra in a cowboy movie. We went to a Saloon! how cool is that? <br /><br />and besides that, I went classic skating and had cool fun dates and I made friends with fantastic people. I'm really going to miss everything and I think it would be fun to stay in the summer for a cool chiller atmosphere. I'm trying to get excited about heading back to Maryland. perhaps I'll make a list of why its awesome there, because I can only think of like, 2 things right now...Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-53184236071563423792010-03-04T15:45:00.006-05:002010-03-04T16:08:04.823-05:00Birthday Time!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7cz4neLBobgrL4NmVGZmLbhl4_Ix9JpItR2tgf2L3HJUoVVaWjSXmrwvcQM2-8KhiJlivUhQff4U_3zNjE5OuKTR7BCQbbi_GBoPJkgBs65BjdbZp-4zJQqSVJqscKQLc_CbNN27u811/s1600-h/Photo+131.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7cz4neLBobgrL4NmVGZmLbhl4_Ix9JpItR2tgf2L3HJUoVVaWjSXmrwvcQM2-8KhiJlivUhQff4U_3zNjE5OuKTR7BCQbbi_GBoPJkgBs65BjdbZp-4zJQqSVJqscKQLc_CbNN27u811/s320/Photo+131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444887932416103522" /></a><br /><br />So its almost time for my birthday (check out the tiara). I'll be 20 (!!!!!!) on the 16th, So I made a ModCloth.com <a href="http://www.modcloth.com/storefront/wishlists/182081">wishlist</a>, as a not so subtle hint to what I would like my parents to get me for my exit out of Teenagery and into becoming a 20 something (the though kind of makes me cringe a little) <br /><br />So check it out. <br /><br />(I REALLY want the pink belt, the Strangers on a train fuchsia dress, and the orange shirtdress. The other things I would like a lot too, but I need the pink belt to complete this outfit I have. The other stuff is awesome too. There are only 5 of the pink aphrodite heels left so just FYI to mom and dad, if you wanna get any of this stuff for me shop quick! <br /><br />http://www.modcloth.com/storefront/wishlists/182081Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-75970344708562130292010-03-02T02:24:00.003-05:002010-03-02T03:05:31.253-05:00what's up wit that?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQAYu_hNn1ymIQcVXukOslXVb-YFKmWre6KImGlWxJKRcFSTK17qSBBbOOdZsdQA6kiEdmrueV_G_f-79nDbjLWcKy4Xj4D2cZiRZS5l7LAe-3gUuRY_YLCjN3JAkH41K6HP_BK_u6e9Yq/s1600-h/Photo+96.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQAYu_hNn1ymIQcVXukOslXVb-YFKmWre6KImGlWxJKRcFSTK17qSBBbOOdZsdQA6kiEdmrueV_G_f-79nDbjLWcKy4Xj4D2cZiRZS5l7LAe-3gUuRY_YLCjN3JAkH41K6HP_BK_u6e9Yq/s320/Photo+96.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443937360737243234" /></a><br /><br />So I haven't blogged in a while. Oops. <br />I've been reading <a href="http://taza-and-husband.blogspot.com">This</a> charming little blog, because it was mentioned in BYU's newspaper a little while ago, and I can't get over how tender it is. It made me want to write in my own blog. but mine is not nearly as cute or tender.<br /><br />So there you go. A photo of me right now. I look way tired in it. Probably because I am. <br /><br />So whats up with me? Well the only two three-day weekends that we get for the ENTIRE semester have whizzed by. And I'm tired of going to class and taking tests and doing homework all the time. I'm sick of spending hours and hours in the badly lit programming lab. I'm tired of going to french class every day. I really just want to just roller skate all the time, and get really good at it. Or watch the travel channel. And draw. <br /><br />I actually watched the olympics this winter. I love speed skating. Apolo Anton Ohno is cool. I wish I could meet him. I follow him on twitter, so maybe if/when he comes back to salt lake, and I see a tweet like "Going to the mall" or something, I can just happen to run into him. Ha yah right. <br /><br />my cousin Ryan came to town on friday. it was fun but he's sort of a pest. He's like what I imagine a brother is like. On friday we went over to Apartment A. and watched Miracle. He showed the boys there some embarrassing photos of me being tied up. They laughed. It was horrible. I swear this weekend made me more of a laughingstock to the boys there than ever before. <br /><br />saturday, we had cleaning checks and after I did that, I went over to get him from apt. A, and after losing badly at FIFA soccer, (12-0 to Darren) we went to the BYU basketball game. it was pretty exciting, but we barely lost and it was lame. Then we had Panda Express, Talked a bit and went to the tennis match. It was pretty lame. Not gonna lie. Playing tennis is way more fun than watching it. Then we went to Apt. A, and played games until curfew. I tied at this one game, but my win at Disney Scene it was snatched away by Alex and Caleb. Which is ridiculous. Then we played the Great Dalmuti. Ryan called a revolution on the second round and became the Great Dalmuti. It took me like 3 months of playing the Great Dalmuti to become one. I got more teasing for that. Then we played mafia and then I left. <br /><br />sunday. I had to wake up at the crack of dawn so I could go with Adam and Alex to drop Ryan off. I went to church with them at Alex's home ward in Centerville. I think there will be rumors about us dating when his parents come back from Disneyland. It was funny seeing the old ladies react when I introduced myself in relief society. Afterwards we went to Alex's house to watch the hockey game and his grandma made us dinner and stuff. It was way nice to change up the scenery. <br /><br />I think that's it as far as life goes. I think this song sums how I feel about life right now<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/01Q5-LRO8mM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/01Q5-LRO8mM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />SUMMER VACATION WHERE ARE YOU?Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-32801442158583085252010-01-09T17:49:00.003-05:002010-06-28T22:00:30.718-04:00Thoughts on My New SemesterIts a new semester once again, and now that my first week is finished, here is a video I made with this song by a guy named Sliimy, whom I resemble. I actually made this like, 2 months ago but my mom wanted me to post it here.<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t8chxtd2AKg&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t8chxtd2AKg&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Monday</span><br />When I woke up that morning, I was very unhappy about going to class, as I felt like my break was far too short. So I grabbed my iPod off the desk and played my motivational playlist which started with Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus. Its totally my guilty pleasure song, and it motivated me to get out of bed, get dressed, and head to class. <br />11 AM starts off my day with intro to Programming. This class may kill me. there is SO much work that goes with it, that its going to take up a TON of my free time. The killer part is that I don't know if I actually need it. Its kind of a backup plan for me because if I apply again to the animation program, and fail, I will apply to the Computer Science- Animation Emphasis program which is why I'm taking this blasted class. The teacher explains stuff relatively well in layman's terms, which I appreciate, but there is this annoying boy who tries to make jokes about the subject, or asks stupid questions that have nothing to do with anything, and its just stupid. <br /><br />12 Noon. I have French. My teacher is straight up from France, and in the previous classes, the teachers were just american students that were really good at French, so they would generally try and explain things to us in English. But since this teacher is a native French speaker, I think she's said about three things in English, and its hard to get EVERYTHING she says, but I'm surprised at the amount I DO get. I'm fairly sure I'm better at understanding French than speaking it at this point though<br /><br />2 PM is when I have Swimming class. On monday the teacher just went over the syllabus. While we were in class, the swim team was practicing, and It was super intimidating to see them diving and all that into the super deep water. But at least I realized men in speedos do not weird me out anymore. Thank you figure drawing class. <br /><br />5 PM I have my Greek and Roman Literature class. It was the first day of class, and the teacher told us to go and pick up the packet at this place south of campus, NOT the bookstore. That made me kind of upset. But other than that, the Professor is really passionate about the subject, and he shows it, which is awesome because some teachers, like my programming teacher for instance, you can tell really love their subject, but don't have an ounce of passion- I think that's the word- or that something which makes them really interesting to listen to. Anyway I learned a lot, even on the first day, but there were a TON of books I had to buy which was no fun. <br /><br />I didn't have a notebook in which to write important things, so instead I toted around my busted sketchbook, and I think I drew more during that day than I have done in a day when I wait around for free time. So I'll do that more often. <br /><br /><b>Tuesday</b> <br /><br />9 AM Family History/Genealogy: So I had decided long ago to have a class every semester at 9 AM because I kind of felt that if I was awake and doing something productive by this time my day would less likely feel like it had been wasted. However, I made this resolution with Monday/Wednesday classes in mind. This Tuesday/Thursday thing is the pits, especially since I am a big time night owl. But the teacher is cool, and I'm really excited to find my ancestors. <br /><br />12 Noon French again. Its french. Basically the same as ever. except this teacher is so much less lenient as far as the quizzes go than my last french teacher. C'est la vie<br /><br />I went to the obscure copy center to get my packet also, and I saw my friend on the way back and he invited me over to see "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs, <br /><br />4 PM (I seriously have the crappiest schedule. Its so spread out!) Figure Drawing with Cynthia. She is amazing, and I think that the environment is way better than it was with Peterson. I'm super excited about it. There are a TON of people in the class. Animation kids are fantastic. <br /><br /><b> Wednesday </b> <br /><br />It was basically the same as monday. Except in swimming class we actually swam. My arms were sore the day after. Also it was my friends birthday. I made funfetti cupcakes, mostly because I adore making/frosting cake. I want to take a cake decorating class. Anyway, after my Greek/Roman Lit class was over, his roommates and he came over, ate cake in the stuff your face kind of way boys tend to eat sweets, and we trekked over to the basketball game. I love basketball games I get it way more than football. and the crowd is cooler. It was super icy outside though, and I had these cute white boots that have absolutely no traction. On the way out I fell on some black ice, and it HURT. One of the boys, was basically like "Of course you fell, you're Meredith" I resented that. I'm not that klutzy am I? <br /><br /><b>Thursday</b><br /><br />Same as tuesday essentially. I got taco bell at 7 after my figure drawing class. I ran into some animation friends, and chatted, and then I walked over to the apartment of the boys I hang out with on a regular basis. Some game was on. It was over my head, They teased me about the other boys that have asked me out. and eventually we started watching Inglorious Basterds. On ClearPlay so the R stuff was cut out. It was cool, a lot of french was spoken and I could understand a lot of it. I didn't get to finish it, but apparently the violence was awful. They told me not to finish it. <br /><br /><b> Friday </b><br />This was the same as monday and wednesday except for the fact that I didn't have swimming. That night I had a date with Airplane Dan, This guy I met at the airport on my way back home for Christmas. Dan also goes to BYU so its not as creepy as it sounds. Before I went on my date, the 6 men I hang out with were like, "If he tries anything, just remember I have a saw" stuff like that. Call me crazy but I found it incredibly sweet. Let me tell you, its super nice having a bunch of guys have your back like that.<br /><br />Anyway, the date was alright. We went to see Where the Wild Things Are, which was an ok movie, but it lacked closure. But maybe that was the point. We had dinner at this pizza place which was alright, and while we were waiting for our show-time we looked around blockbuster. Dan is a nice guy and everything, but he kept like, grabbing my elbow, or like nudging me every time I happened to say something funny or whatever. It got annoying, because I'm really hilarious to people out here. <br /><br /><b>Saturday </b><br />I woke up at like, somewhere around 11 and 12 It was lovely, but I felt like I had wasted the day. I programmed a little bit, watched Holes, and played farmville. Super dorky. my friend Boston asked me to go to a Christmas Tree bonfire that night. It was fantastic. It was him his friend, and this sort of bubble headed girl. we had to get to Utah Lake, and the directions were vague, so we were wandering around in this icy farmy area for like an hour. it was pretty exciting. we all frolicked in the untouched snow, I saw the biggest bonfire of my life, it was ON the frozen lake, The car got stuck in the snow and we had to push. We then went to Chili's with a bunch of people at like 11 and it was so fun. Boston's friends are all incredibly fun, since most of them are in a film-like area of study. I came back home at around 1 and it was seriously one of the funnest nights I've had in a long time.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-69453224923708145162009-10-09T16:40:00.001-04:002009-10-09T16:43:28.140-04:00Check it out!<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDP2yPtDDLk&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDP2yPtDDLk&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />ok someone else put the first 5 minutes of the Princess and the Frog online. WATCH IT! ITS AWESOME!!!! the blonde Girl makes me LOLMeredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593955513124042399.post-10289522786501097172009-09-04T02:10:00.008-04:002009-09-04T02:59:27.228-04:00My ApartmentMy mom wanted to see my apartment. So here it is. I like it ok. We are on the bottom floor, which sometimes feels dungeon-like but it's alright I suppose.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-9f9DisSl35PuF4sdnc_zjvRWFobaHheYGIBYwdKrPv1hZIQ8QJIqBCT-dyJgHK66vyxH_M7YV-pL-WZgzl3mkBhODTtkaBVt9dbQejWfxtOPHb-qHE4cNgkdYLMPHG4Hzf2Ua5nKpFo/s1600-h/DSCI0577.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-9f9DisSl35PuF4sdnc_zjvRWFobaHheYGIBYwdKrPv1hZIQ8QJIqBCT-dyJgHK66vyxH_M7YV-pL-WZgzl3mkBhODTtkaBVt9dbQejWfxtOPHb-qHE4cNgkdYLMPHG4Hzf2Ua5nKpFo/s320/DSCI0577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377498897589955442" /></a><br /><center>My Bed. I made that quilt<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqPQRNcb0VoLAmN4DdIoja_Sua29on9W09RsQMI1Yfgzl1sB6yv5tpLk31Fb0K0RP8q2VG-wqnWxqi6oh_AQPR-KhbjY80cKiOHVVgBY7wsZFozho7AcMASWSWFe3jUdQ8hjWGkURcGFrQ/s1600-h/DSCI0579_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqPQRNcb0VoLAmN4DdIoja_Sua29on9W09RsQMI1Yfgzl1sB6yv5tpLk31Fb0K0RP8q2VG-wqnWxqi6oh_AQPR-KhbjY80cKiOHVVgBY7wsZFozho7AcMASWSWFe3jUdQ8hjWGkURcGFrQ/s320/DSCI0579_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377498684739646338" /></a><br />Stuff on My walls<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXOxvEvqHeDEREb6VGWivkWvIr0iZIav0T0VlrfRAL4mCaPFIBCd59GJaBQWLPBYmw6X4T6nIhSjenO2IDhJN1Jje-fPBDCcNL-EB5lMNBucwms2MRNYqzY7ibbbJJkoBSCuO_lbFfkq_F/s1600-h/DSCI0579_3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXOxvEvqHeDEREb6VGWivkWvIr0iZIav0T0VlrfRAL4mCaPFIBCd59GJaBQWLPBYmw6X4T6nIhSjenO2IDhJN1Jje-fPBDCcNL-EB5lMNBucwms2MRNYqzY7ibbbJJkoBSCuO_lbFfkq_F/s320/DSCI0579_3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377498678829098850" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioq9bAP3ocN75TTD8sjJqFZofn7uku7AzmzlnUaPSJMjDQXRzvvu6C8avVMsAHXsYwHISZZUWtNgIWihAMA6qv9yvZa4p6b2QpHM70sHN4AU90wzBF87_3ptQB4qfhlKAaJjYNlNsgmuzS/s1600-h/DSCI0581.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioq9bAP3ocN75TTD8sjJqFZofn7uku7AzmzlnUaPSJMjDQXRzvvu6C8avVMsAHXsYwHISZZUWtNgIWihAMA6qv9yvZa4p6b2QpHM70sHN4AU90wzBF87_3ptQB4qfhlKAaJjYNlNsgmuzS/s320/DSCI0581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377498673103712994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl0p0rEzAfoad9KqfxPM7MVpAEWyJfp8lFmZ_Dtw7R7C-zqDKTa_kliDHKpp19zVy7L5iD34j-T_eGPOyP4E2OJ7KFecT8rkGKHiDG8B-blxPbpTS3bsiR2av9UjMsm2fboydHTWYWU993/s1600-h/DSCI0582.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl0p0rEzAfoad9KqfxPM7MVpAEWyJfp8lFmZ_Dtw7R7C-zqDKTa_kliDHKpp19zVy7L5iD34j-T_eGPOyP4E2OJ7KFecT8rkGKHiDG8B-blxPbpTS3bsiR2av9UjMsm2fboydHTWYWU993/s320/DSCI0582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377498661504630930" /></a><br />The hideous leopard toy I got from the career fair last year holding my roommate's greek flag<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjVtDpvKf_GBc622bJoZGG36ftk2ZPLHtUmqB8b03czJjm-vZiH9qsAPob8ikdildGPCXJ_aq3gC1fP4kGqnslTJXE_biLaL8859vZPU8oM2DnFI7B7nkABpM8YEbCfjwtKWaorD3Sw6tA/s1600-h/DSCI0584.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjVtDpvKf_GBc622bJoZGG36ftk2ZPLHtUmqB8b03czJjm-vZiH9qsAPob8ikdildGPCXJ_aq3gC1fP4kGqnslTJXE_biLaL8859vZPU8oM2DnFI7B7nkABpM8YEbCfjwtKWaorD3Sw6tA/s320/DSCI0584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377498651296400226" /></a><br />My closet, which is actually really tall. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx9BFS73uU_HRypBggJkjfVSWuBFj2JxDXfZuJEZNgtIaKKn_eTHljYNXqWZStQ2Sc-dbUyyEDOGya7V9Y9GWTCc02Hpk8ML-B38lI0jG-iyqbMrS6Qoqbjgw9zHRueQ9bFf_m8CG8IodA/s1600-h/DSCI0586.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx9BFS73uU_HRypBggJkjfVSWuBFj2JxDXfZuJEZNgtIaKKn_eTHljYNXqWZStQ2Sc-dbUyyEDOGya7V9Y9GWTCc02Hpk8ML-B38lI0jG-iyqbMrS6Qoqbjgw9zHRueQ9bFf_m8CG8IodA/s320/DSCI0586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377497352186176322" /></a><br />My Roommates side of the room. It bugs me. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEXpOQ0EamFvM4UyOcyYrPuapecB-zGB0QIvSnSWH12pWuQaCqAaCDeMVAoUtQ3DDwwouNa_OMs8m4Bg07hFf0zg_3jYARhCNyRJx9wEp6n9mrNBC93mcuIAUh-6W0d5m2G0H7vQHYQl8k/s1600-h/DSCI0578.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEXpOQ0EamFvM4UyOcyYrPuapecB-zGB0QIvSnSWH12pWuQaCqAaCDeMVAoUtQ3DDwwouNa_OMs8m4Bg07hFf0zg_3jYARhCNyRJx9wEp6n9mrNBC93mcuIAUh-6W0d5m2G0H7vQHYQl8k/s320/DSCI0578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377497342455130050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMsARE_tHKtWWZ10lnVwiUKseb90YT2WJyAPLaV3T8tGRIB0wdIi5PZ2v_KUJ38l6M5dXpCrtSWPoDOsnyJH1kqGRL5A-p71ZK40upsgi7t7mjIwRYe3dXDQtlM-jtUi1xJuEcjX00d2j/s1600-h/DSCI0587.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMsARE_tHKtWWZ10lnVwiUKseb90YT2WJyAPLaV3T8tGRIB0wdIi5PZ2v_KUJ38l6M5dXpCrtSWPoDOsnyJH1kqGRL5A-p71ZK40upsgi7t7mjIwRYe3dXDQtlM-jtUi1xJuEcjX00d2j/s320/DSCI0587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377497334467460802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtoN9R4S6Cb-7foZ2UucQAaMvFgCRXvUR0PRUGixP6_rObL6EkpzJzUAoi7KOGz5UzSisy_U1jBxnNLuWPJDR39Osy0xhbexxW_B7ws5JGJhBtujIAN3NlrQO_SYPVYXIj739kEnVGbMAJ/s1600-h/DSCI0591.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtoN9R4S6Cb-7foZ2UucQAaMvFgCRXvUR0PRUGixP6_rObL6EkpzJzUAoi7KOGz5UzSisy_U1jBxnNLuWPJDR39Osy0xhbexxW_B7ws5JGJhBtujIAN3NlrQO_SYPVYXIj739kEnVGbMAJ/s320/DSCI0591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377497319344208322" /></a><br />The amount of dishes in the skink bugs me too. Is it really so hard to wash your stuff as soon as you're done with it?</center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiajsfcJDuR6HeDLKww2UEJ5oKnu7bLOiBYDwkaQheb8uccZXJzwINf7A8OSpA92zrDqCnXi5Wq3iNJ5rZMXBrOWEQtohohjLN8pk-FvQ79TYpIzOi3xIceedQfgx_0DXtTp550nHa88RPf/s1600-h/DSCI0595.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiajsfcJDuR6HeDLKww2UEJ5oKnu7bLOiBYDwkaQheb8uccZXJzwINf7A8OSpA92zrDqCnXi5Wq3iNJ5rZMXBrOWEQtohohjLN8pk-FvQ79TYpIzOi3xIceedQfgx_0DXtTp550nHa88RPf/s320/DSCI0595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377497313800825666" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHAB9tboMmLZxb9MDLe4iaFDk9FGYpoDFQ6hmqWdWrlkcASThugczGes5MH6fOPXbMYjHmfyHAwyNE4u-gPSp36k_ynDNEFCRdB877UiB-Caawq45GFMh4mfBxenMSmevmh_OamkEtYiVW/s1600-h/DSCI0594.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHAB9tboMmLZxb9MDLe4iaFDk9FGYpoDFQ6hmqWdWrlkcASThugczGes5MH6fOPXbMYjHmfyHAwyNE4u-gPSp36k_ynDNEFCRdB877UiB-Caawq45GFMh4mfBxenMSmevmh_OamkEtYiVW/s320/DSCI0594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377495779629001458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfzpvy_omw992QzW3orQX4A0FTTDuzygLlGpPwfhnd2rZDeU_eKcfcW26iv3O8PWzZpBGjRAvPgxa87nCMPWR4cXiUhCVhF_InieE4majfc9Li1SlNX8iw6wG70GBCdQnHgMejI9aY3Tt2/s1600-h/DSCI0596.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfzpvy_omw992QzW3orQX4A0FTTDuzygLlGpPwfhnd2rZDeU_eKcfcW26iv3O8PWzZpBGjRAvPgxa87nCMPWR4cXiUhCVhF_InieE4majfc9Li1SlNX8iw6wG70GBCdQnHgMejI9aY3Tt2/s320/DSCI0596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377495771844283570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfCLLTbRe1Uk3MO-QuF6rxer8KD21bjxh36yuK5rjLtayMxkqD-IX33y21FDSawjf7mV7taGbA8T8_Cx2glswx_VFCDFjekIxZFfrvWZu82_Yujo-pIlOprZ5XIf0ekCg3aqKnbCshUCA2/s1600-h/DSCI0597.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfCLLTbRe1Uk3MO-QuF6rxer8KD21bjxh36yuK5rjLtayMxkqD-IX33y21FDSawjf7mV7taGbA8T8_Cx2glswx_VFCDFjekIxZFfrvWZu82_Yujo-pIlOprZ5XIf0ekCg3aqKnbCshUCA2/s320/DSCI0597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377495763330709090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW6YJA9DV_6zJ-ME9MXklsknGUyzz_vhml1eNXOgxTV8K3Xh8xwhZO3ohTDOFj_y1S7efRMNhgMDaS5hvW0_MtWMP4gbbgo_QJlJfJ0OnJyByQ0y69WTlVRvLnk8rcXwNbvTKhH27VPmyi/s1600-h/DSCI0598.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW6YJA9DV_6zJ-ME9MXklsknGUyzz_vhml1eNXOgxTV8K3Xh8xwhZO3ohTDOFj_y1S7efRMNhgMDaS5hvW0_MtWMP4gbbgo_QJlJfJ0OnJyByQ0y69WTlVRvLnk8rcXwNbvTKhH27VPmyi/s320/DSCI0598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377495752449675202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8YpBtFdS8Dx9BB0CbbUCqOmhkvdTwIxiSlCAG0rF27NwRLQT_PDwIhzpi213_2Cv1KoR3VeMjSnM6SxXYQnI_gWGfkoab79K_vuDfRJOl4c-STC7fyFWlj6oM3YS5-9mB9_9zubIiP7_X/s1600-h/DSCI0599.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8YpBtFdS8Dx9BB0CbbUCqOmhkvdTwIxiSlCAG0rF27NwRLQT_PDwIhzpi213_2Cv1KoR3VeMjSnM6SxXYQnI_gWGfkoab79K_vuDfRJOl4c-STC7fyFWlj6oM3YS5-9mB9_9zubIiP7_X/s320/DSCI0599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377495746653271218" /></a>Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10792781475570567431noreply@blogger.com0