Today I was compelled to act violently

Today my mom and my sister and I went shopping together (all part of The Famous Fortnight of Fantastic-time-spending!!). As we were driving down the road, we ended up at a stoplight, right behind the most revolting, horrendous, sinfully ugly thing I have ever seen. It was...

a Chevrolet SSR.

BARF!!!!

I think I have found the ugliest car on the planet. As I stared at its ugly, lumpy, imitation-truck backside, I found myself undergoing a strange chemical/hormonal/whatever reaction. Hatred for that nasty, naaasty vehicle started to well up inside of me. I had a strong urge to act violently toward that pathetic excuse for a car... or is it a truck...? Or a hideous beast of ugliness and death? I don't know what it is. But I wanted to kill it. I still kind of want to maim it a little bit.

Normally, I'm not a violent person. I guess not anyway. But for some strange reason, seeing that... THING made me horrifically angry. I like cars. I drive what is possibly the cutest car on earth.

Ta-daaa!!
Everyone, meet Poppy.
:)

Now, I realize that it is not always practical to drive your dream car. Sometimes you have to stick with the car that has enough space, fits within your budget, and gets you from point A to point B. I used to drive my parents' old maroon Astro van, and I was extremely grateful to be able to do so. I understand that a car is, primarily, a practical item. But the SSR (Super Sport Roadster--what?!?!) is not only ugly, it is impractical! What can you put in the bed of the truck? Umm, pretty much nothing. How many people does it seat? TWO. How expensive is it? Upwards of $24,000! Insane!

Anyway, sorry about the rant. Also, my apologies to any owners of a Chevy SSR that may be reading this. Really, I'm so sorry that you drive that car.

What do you do with 14 days?

Here we are, in the middle of August. In two weeks, I'll be moving out again, returning to cute little Provo, UT for my second year of college.



Wait, WHAT?!?!

First of all, the phrase "my second year of college" sounds absolutely bizarre to my little ears. Am I seriously over halfway done with my undergraduate degree? How did THAT happen?

Second of all, how is it that this summer--which, three weeks ago, I thought would never end--is rapidly coming to a close?

Third of all, what am I going to do with these last two weeks? I'm super excited for school to start again (seriously, I can't wait), but I feel that the next two weeks need to be jam-packed with quality time spendage. My family rocks, so I'd better pack in the good times before I hit the southbound freeway.

I swear that the passage of time undergoes some serious alterations once you reach age 16. Elementary school seemed to drag along at a snail's pace, and middle school seemed to take longer than it was worth. High school actually moved along pretty nicely. That is, it did until my senior year, when time suddenly purchased a rocket engine jet pack and sped away faster than I could say "graduation." Don't get me wrong, I was SO GLAD (so ridiculously glad - no offense, awesome teachers and friends) to get out of high school and start livin', but after high school, time started moving at an absurdly fast pace. My first year of college was over in the blink of an eye. (That was one expensive blink. But it could have been worse. Thank you scholarships!)

I'm a little afraid to start another year of "adulthood." I'm not afraid of the challenges or the hardships that I'm sure will come. Those are unavoidable, so I'd rather not waste energy on that kind of fear. I'm more afraid that I'll miss something. The same goes for the 14 days I have before I move away from home again. I'm very lucky. I have a rockin' family, a great neighborhood, a good job, and plenty of volunteer opportunities. With just two weeks left, I can't let a second go to waste, so I'm going to make the most out of the next fortnight (hee hee, cool). Ladies and gentlemen, presenting The Famous Fortnight of Fantastic-time-spending.

Me's doin' a meme!

Every once in a while, when there's absolutely nothing to blog about, you gotta do one of those little survey things. *Sigh.* I promise there will be more interesting and creative blog posts in the future. For now, feel free to learn a little about me.

What is your favorite time of day? 5 in the morning. Nope, I'm not kidding. :) Early bird gets the worm! Actually, that's gross. I'd rather be the early bird that gets the parfait or Jamba Juice or something.

What is your current favorite thing? Black dresses... and I think I've found the perfect one! I just bought it for my friend Amber's wedding!

What was the last thing you bought? Movie tickets to Monsters vs. Aliens for my brothers and myself. It was a pretty good movie, not gonna lie.

What is your favorite weather? I love it when it's drizzling outside and it's just cool enough to wear a jacket.

What’s on your bedside table? Books, books, books. I actually use a small bookcase as my bedside table. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I have uncontrollable urges to study the works of Plato, Aristotle, and Dr. Seuss, so I keep books close by, just in case. KIDDING.

If you could have a house totally paid for, anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be? Ooo... Boston, maybe. Boston or NYC. Or London. Actually, I don't know where I'd want to live. Hmm. I should think on that one, seeing as I'm nearing real adulthood soon. Eek.

Broccoli? Umm, yes!! Duh, it's like garden fresh candy! Well, not really, but it's delicious and I lurve it.

Ever been in a car accident? Not a real car accident. I once knocked the side mirror off of our old Astro van, but that about covers my experience with car accidents.

What would you like to get rid of? Belly fat, just like all the Internet ads say! Kidding... No, probably the scars on my knees. I hate those scars. My knees are a detailed visual record of my accident-prone history. Why is it always my KNEES that get hurt?!

If you could be anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? Just an hour?! What kind of fool question is this? Umm... umm... the LDS Manhattan Temple.

When you were younger, what did you want to grow up to become? An artist, then a teacher, then a neurosurgeon.

What is your favorite color? Um, duh, GREEN! But not forest green. Ick.

What do you like better, e-mail or phone? Email, probably. For some reason, I'm horrifically awkward on the phone. It's pretty embarrassing, to tell the truth. I can't communicate like a normal human being over the phone, which is no bueno. There's probably some sort of telephone psychotherapy that can cure my awkwardness. I'll look into that.

What do you do when you get time alone? I write a lot of lists—to-do lists, grocery lists, idea lists, lists of different lists I could make.... I also sleep a lot and read a lot. WOW, I live an exciting life!!!

Who do you tag to fill out this survey? Everyone! (Unless you don't want to. I'm cool with that.)