It's the 50th official day of winter.

 50 days is a lot of days. Please let spring come soon.

Yesterday I baked a cake and watched Julie and Julia...twice.

I also decorated a huge plate of cookies. Today I'm cleaning the whole kitchen.

I got out to my car after school today and realized that I pretty much had my jaw clenched all day long...I think I might be too used to being stressed out.

My English test was almost condescendingly easy.

I took my vitamins this morning, which rarely happens, so I thought I'd blog about it. Interesting, right?!

The play that I dropped out of is opening tonight; Our Town. I'm going to mutual. ...wait. A play is opening tonight? Shouldn't that mean I'm really concerned with call times and costumes and make-up? Nope. I'm NOT. It's fantastically liberating.

I love making Valentines. I only need a thousand more!

Today Mama J finally told me how much money I still need to pay for New York. She seems to think that $1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.75 is reasonable. No problem, right? (Of course, I exaggerate, just a bit...)

And...

I discovered that I love roller-blading.


Carlie out.

the best feeling

Do you ever have one of those weeks? When everything...kinda crumbles for a few days? And you just don't want to DEAL WITH IT anymore? Yeah...I sorta had one'a those. Except...less dramatic. It was one of those weeks, except in a good way. Which doesn't make sense, does it? But it's true.

Why is this blog post entitled "the best feeling"? Because today, Sunday, was good. (And yesterday, too...I went to a dance. Woot!) Today I decorated cookies. It was so much FUN. Can I just say how excited I am to cook everyday? To make dinner for a family? Those thoughts kept swimming into my head while I frosted and piped icing onto the cookies, finishing them off with a little flourish of sparkling sugar. Mm, delicious. I love having that feeling of accomplishment after I've made something special, be it a batch of cookies, lunch for my little brother, a thank-you card, a hair accessory, a sewing project, or a scrapbook page. It's just
the best feeling.

Blog Post the 50th, In Which I Briefly Speak of Friendship

TAMN moment...but can I just say...how wonderful my friends are?


I mean really.
They are.

I love friends.

happy birthday, dear Normaaaaaan....

happy birthday to you! Today was Norman Rockwell's birthday. I just spent a good 15 minutes perusing a massive book of his paintings. This one made me guffaw out loud (quite loud):

Notice the fantastic print of that couch. So good. Love that man. Oh, Norman Rockwell.

word

taliksi.


These are the security letters I had to figure out in order to post a comment on another friends blog. I liked it.

Woot for nonsense words.
If you happen to read this post, leave a comment with your own definition for "taliksi". It will be fun...and nonsensical. Perfect!

In a nutshell...

I didn't run out of gas. Thank you, and good-day.

In Which I Explain (to some extent) My Friday

This week hasn't been the most eventful, as far as spectacular/gaudy/in-your-face events go. My aunt did have an adorable baby, which was awfully exciting. And I DID get an A on my math test...which was also awfully exciting. (yes yes yes yes yes yes yes YES.) But.

I think the week has been settling me into a false sense of relaxation. Tomorrow is Friday, the end of the week, the oh-my-goodness-this-should-be-a-relieving-day-because-I-can-play-and-then-sleep-in-tomorrow-till-twelve kind of day. That's what Fridays usually are, right? No such luck for this chick. (HA! I mean, are you really surprised?) At three thirty tomorrow, Lone Peak's Chamber Choir (which I am a member of...hence my story about it that I am telling you right now) will be at American Fork Junior High School rehearsing Mozart's Requiem with the rock star of choral directors: Mack Wilberg. (MACK WILBERG! Who wouldn't want to meet a rock star of CHORAL MUSIC?! Soooo the bomb.com.) 3:30 to 9:30. Oy, yoy yoy. 6 hours. SIX. (1,2,3,4,5,6. also, 3*2.) But, it's ok. It'll go by fast. Hopefully. And then maybe I'll go pound on a friends door and say, "Take me in, lads, lassies! Me achin' bones can't hold up much longer and I be needin' a hang-out this evenin'!" (Yes. I'm so doing that. Irish accent and EVERYTHING.)

And then...Saturday. I'll have to talk about that tomorrow. If I have time. Will Carlie make it through the high notes of Mozart's mind? Can she find the energy to drive her car all the way to American Fork? Or the gas money?? Stay tuned to find out the answers to these questions and more!