Ch-ch-ch-changes.

In about 3 weeks time I watched 6 seasons of the best T.V show ever created: How I Met Your Mother. 

That should tell you how much time I've had on my hands. No job. No school. Just long days with me and my friend, Mr. Comfy Chair. It's been driving me C R A Z Y.

And doesn't it always seem to be that when you have the most on your mind, you have the most time to dwell on it? That's never good.

Anyways, the times are changing. My booty will not be getting near the couch time it's used to, but that's a welcome, and needed change. I got hooked up with an awesome job as the clothing manager for the local Ace. I'll be starting school in 11 days. I'm counting because I'm excited. I've finally decided on a degree so I'm very anxious to get it started with and over with. I'll be getting a bachelor in mass communication. My emphasis will be either journalism or electronic media.

It's funny how things play out. Growing up I always wanted to be a journalist. Now, about 16 mind changes later I know I definitely want to work in media. I guess that could be considered part of the whole stick-with- your-first-answer theory.

Also, I got layers in my hair and cut my bangs.
The end.

A question.

Have you ever looked at the next person your ex dates and thought to yourself, why did you even date me if that's what you wanted? How do you go from me to her? 

I guess it shows that we really weren't meant to be. 

Harry Potter. (Nerd Alert!)

I guess you could consider this post "late".

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 came out quite a while ago, but I just bought the DVD last night and watched it again. Everyone has said it, but I must repeat: I honestly feel like it was the end of my childhood as I know it. I can remember starting the very first book and being so fascinated and hooked right from the beginning. When I would finish a book there was such a strong feeling of "I literally can not possibly wait another 12-16 months for the next one to come out!" But then I would (didn't have much of a choice, did I?) and the next one was even better. Every. Single. Time. Yes, the 7th is my favorite book. I absolutely loved how everything came together.

Snape was a good guy after all. Neville was a total stud. Luna wasn't crazy (well.. maybe a little. In the good way, of course.) Ron and Hermione did love each other (I knew it!). Harry was a deeply good person that saved his enemy (Draco). Dobby made the ultimate sacrifice. Molly Weasley kicked ass. Lupin and Tonks died as proud parents. The Weasley twins although tragically separated fought courageously. Magonagall was the no nonsense badass we all know and love her as. Voldemort was deliciously evil and wrong. And  Dumbledore was as wise and wonderful as ever.

Now, the scenes from the movie that I could watch over and over are: 

Molly versus Bellatrix. 

"Not my daughter, you B****!" 

Oh Molly, you wonderful mother, you. 

The kiss. 

The book definitely did it better but I still love this scene. 

Neville. 

His speech in front of Voldemort. 

The killing of Nagini. 

Him on the bridge saying, "You and what army!" 

What a stud.

Fred's death. 

This is the saddest part of the whole entire book. Probably series and I actually wish it was longer in the movie because I think Fred deserved more 10-ish seconds. The reason I could watch it over and over is because I think it makes it very real and it's so touching. 

(Yes, I did just say his death makes the magical/fantasy world of Harry Potter seem "real". Yes, I am aware I am a huge nerd.)

The epilogue. 

Everyone with who they should be with. Everything how it should be. 

So, Thank you J.K Rowling, you genius woman.

Can you believe these colors??

I don't think I've ever experienced fall colors first hand. How sad is that sentence? Don't worry, I appreciated them very much this past week to make up for my 21 years of ignorance.

After going on a hike this past Saturday among these amazing fall leaves and failing to bring my camera I had to make a return trip to capture them before they were on the ground. Fran came along and we had a lovely ride up singing lots of gangster songs. When we got there we indulged in the inevitable photo shoot, and ended the adventure chilling in the back of the newly acquired subaru, and, in my case, eating Jimmy John's. That's what I call a good Monday night.

Boys...please don't. [part two]

Please don't:
Stare. C'mon, you're mommy taught you this one.

Please don't:
Ask super intense questions on a first date. Examples of this would be:

"What does it take to grab your attention and keep it"?

"Um..I really take notice when boys don't ask me creepy questions".

Please don't:

Ask me what I'm looking for and then proceed to try to be exactly that. I see right through you. And this isn't a superpower of mine; most girls have this same ability. And really, what is the point of this?? You wanna play a character, take drama class.

Please don't:

Try to force a goodnight kiss. If I'm not feelin' it, it's not going to be a good kiss anyway, capisce? Some hints that mean 'don't you care kiss me' are:

-If I say "It's ok, you don't have to walk me to the door". Yes, I have been this bold before. No, he didn't take the hint. Yes, he did kiss me. No, it was not a good kiss. No, I don't understand boys.

-A quick hug initiated by me, followed by an immediate turn to the door where I am putting my keys in the lock as swiftly as possible.

-The words "K, thanks again, goodnight..." That means to walk to your car. Stop lingering; it ain't happening, buddy. I'm not going to have a sudden change of heart and jump you. That's a promise.

Basically I don't want no SCRUB.

Boys... Please don't. [Part one]

Please don't:

Text me constantly. It's my absolute least favorite form of communication. It isn't charming. It isn't flattering. It's usually very boring. What to do instead: ...Call! For bonus points ask me to meet up for shakes. Person to person, spoken out loud conversation is the only way to truly get to know each other. Plus shakes are yummy. So is chocolate. So are raspberries.

Please don't:

Ask me on a date and then proceed to send me a text that reads,

"Am I picking you up?"

There is a plethora of wrong with that question. First of all, you knew I didn't have a car at the time. Would you like me to bike to the Olive Garden? I guess the upside would be that I'd have a nice appetite worked up! You'd get to see me at my finest: sweating, and ravenously hungry. What a fabulous image. Secondly, correct me if I'm mistaken, but you did ask me on a date, right? Like an actual date-date? Does date mean the same thing to you and I? This isn't New York, it's Utah. OF COURSE YOU'RE PICKING ME UP, DAMN IT. Yes, this really, truly did happen. I know. I know.  It was sad. 

Please don't:

Take my flirting as a secret message that means I want to marry you. I'm 21. Single. I flirt. It's healthy. 

Please don't: 

Take my kindness as a secret message that means I want to marry you OR that I am interested in anything besides a cordial friendship. I'm nice. I have good parents.  

Rude, brother.

I received this text from my brother 2 days ago, 

"Go to YouTube and type in I love cats. 

This is you in 3 or 4 years when you're not married and 

don't understand why.

hahahaha!"

My brother is a jerk.  (Not really though)

And I'd just like to clear up, If I am not married in 3 or 4 years, I won't be wondering why; I'll be surfing in Australia. 

The text I never, ever imagined myself sending.

Here it is: 

"Well see there was a fish bowl. 

And there was like ten fish in it. 

Mostly goldfish.

And if the fish all got in the middle

of the bowl a whirlpool would start and the fish

would spin around sooooo fast! 

It was supposed to be fun for them

but I didn't know that 

and I ran upstairs and told my dad and I was panicking so bad

and he was like ok whatever and got in the shower 

and I was like why are you showering?! 

The fish! The fish! 

And I went downstairs and it had stopped

and there was one little hole in the side of the tank

and a goldfish was sticking his head out over and over

and my mom and Jae kept poking his head back in 

but I didn't dare touch it. 

The end. 

My hand hurts."

That was the dream I had yesterday morning. I texted it to Jason while I was at a plasma donating center and upon re-reading it to myself I burst out laughing. Like a good 'ol belly laugh that leaves you crying. And people stared a lot, and I felt like I needed to stop laughing, which never ceases to make me laugh harder, longer, and louder. Good times.

I kind of can't believe how happy I am right now.

Bombshell about to drop.

I've been dealing with off and on depression since high school. 

I've tried and am currently trying so many different things to help myself. 

I'm not in the mood to go into much detail about anything and don't know if I will ever want it documented, but today has been a very, very good day. And like I said, I can't really believe how happy and content I seem to be with my life right now. 

Wanna hear about it? 

Today I went to school, and realized I think I have finally figured out what I want to get my degree in. This is HUGE. It's an enormous stress in my daily life. I talk to so many people who are in programs, or who have known what they've wanted to be their whole lives. I've already switched more times than I would have liked to.

Next, I got a call from a family friend who was giving me the number of someone that used to be in my ward that now lives up here in case I need to call someone in an emergency. This is twice that I've had someone contact me with an emergency contact number. I feel so loved and thought of. It's a good feeling. 

I was understanding math for the most part today! For those of you who struggle with math like I do, you know that that in itself makes for a good day! 

I got a call stating that we could move into the new place I found tomorrow! We're getting out of the ghetto and it feels so good! We'll be closer to the school and our jobs, we won't have to bike uphill 2 miles to school every day (no more backpack shaped sweat mark on my back, yay!), and it's cheaper, and bigger. Score.  :)

And to top it all off, I logged on to read the blogs I follow and TWO amazing bloggers had such awesome, happy, videos to share. It was the icing on the cake. 

Please enjoy, 

Say Something Nice, from CUP OF JO

and Expressions of Love, from Sydney @ The Daybook

Sometimes...

You just gotta stay up until 315ish in the morning with your awesome roommate talking about boys, having a few laugh attacks, drinking tea, making cornbread, and trying to kill enormous flys.

Even if you were planning on hitting the sack early. 

Chances are you'll go to sleep with a smile on your face.

My insight on the classroom.

So school started up. 

I had no mommy to take my annual first-day-of-school-picture. 

That's a bit sad.

What may or may not be more sad was that I didn't care half as much about what I looked like for the first day like I did for the first 12 school years of my life. 

*INTERRUPTION FROM ORIGINAL THOUGHT TRAIN*

Boy that is sitting next to me, if you are indeed staring at everything I am writing like I think you are, could you please stop? You can read it when I'm done at The-walkover.blogspot.com. Thanks bud. 

   

Ok, we're back to the original thought now. 

The thing that hasn't changed about the first day of school is the anticipation of wanting to know who will be in your classes. It used to be, will my friends be in my class? Will my crush be in my class? 

These days I know approximately 8 people who attend Weber State and I knew they didn't have any classes with me. The anticipation is directed more toward the potentials.

Is my newest comrade sitting among these new faces? 

Will I end up dating, possibly even *gasp* kissing one of these guys?

And don't deny it, we all know that if there is even one potential romantic interest sitting in that room, the class just got that much more exciting.  

Yes, even if it's math class. 

Now, this could be a good or  bad thing depending on your actions. 

Luckily for me it's a good thing. I'm more likely to attend every class, pay attention and participate, if only to bring the eyes of the Potential on me for just a minute.

I would love to say that I am a girl who goes to school purely for the education and wasn't interested in boys right now. 

But that's just not true, is it? 

 

21.

My last post was an update and I failed to mention that I have turned the coveted age of 21. 

I guess it doesn't matter much when you don't drink or gamble. 

My birthday was pretty awesome. In the morning (6am to be precise) I woke up to go to Zions with Fran and Ember. The plan was to hike the subway, but there was only one permit left. 

We improvised and ended up hiking around a couple different trails and having a generally great time.

Later that night I had a BBQ with family and friends and ate delicious ice cream cake and brownies.

Now I'm ready to use this new I.D of mine and go hit up the bingo tables in Mesquite. I hear that's where It's at.

Welp.

It's been a while. 

That could mean a few things.

Either I've been busy having way too much fun, or been so bored I don't have a thing worth documenting, or I don't have internet where I currently reside.

It's all three, peeps.

Also, out of my three cameras I own not one of them is in fully working order and I hate not having pictures to go along with these posts. So until I can be more entertaining (I don't want to read these posts when I'm eighty and be bored, ya know) I will just give a quick update.

-I made the big move to Ogden, Utah. How long have you been trying to convince me to move up here, Jess? Well Ogden is ghetto. I fully intend to have a great time while living here, but I can assure you all it will only be for the semester.

-I ride my bike everywhere. It's fun and I'm going to be sad when the snow forces me onto the bus system.

- I went to Seven Peaks waterpark and was very impressed with myself for going down the two steepest and scariest slides. You're welcome for the picture of that hottie pants.

-I buy my own groceries now! I love grocery shopping more than the average joe.

-I just finished reading Little Women and now I want to talk like they do all the time. Wouldn't it be just grand? To address one another as dearest, dearie, and dear at all hours of the day? Ah, I wish it were so.

See?? It would be awesome.

-School starts next Monday and I will have a degree when the semester is through! Yay for associates.

-I've been having a fabulous time living with one of my best friends Fran and living so close to my other best friends, Ember and Jess! We've been hiking, to the fair, to free concerts in Salt Lake, to the lake, and many more adventures to come. Yay for having girlfriends.

Well, that'll do. 

It's my blog and I can vent if I want to. Vent if I want to.

 I work in the food industry. And it's by far the biggest frustration of my laid back life. So once in a while, a vent session is needed. Here goes.

Dear person who pitches a fit and throws their ugly purse down on the table when your two sandwiches aren't done in under 5 minutes, you look like the idiot, not us.
P.S maybe, just maybe, if you didn't so obviously love food as much as you do you would have more patience.

Dear people who look at me like I'm stupid when I ask you what veggies you want on your sandwich and say things like "I don't know, you choose", or "Just put whatever", or "What's good on it?", I DON'T KNOW WHAT KIND OF VEGGIES YOU LIKE OR WANT. Please take initiative and decide what you want to put in your own darn mouth.

Dear people who take 8 minutes to order a sandwich, please hurry. The decision of swiss vs provolone doesn't need a pro/con list.

Dear people who want a completely custom order of things that aren't even on the menu in a fast-food time span, Mcdonalds is down the street. Custom=more time.

Dear people who want special treatment for certain reasons, I know you're stuck in high school mode still, and I'm sure you were a "cool kid",  but you're seriously not as special or cool as you think you are. Get over yourself, please and thank you.

Well, I think I'm done. That feels better. Now if I could just print this and post it on our doors. Hmm...

Trotter Family Quotes part two.

Situation: Sadi does something bratty which is not unusual and walks into her room. 
Bri says from the kitchen, "Sadi is seriously such a brat".
Sadi's unexpected reply from her bedroom, (I thought she was out of hearing range) "I have ears and I have feelings!"


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Situation: Kaden talking to Mom about his sleepover.
Mom, "What time did you get to sleep?"
Kaden, "About 2:00AM. Well it was actually like 1:55..."
Mom, "Yeah, that's about 2:00..."

I think he realized that going to bed at two possibly didn't sound good so he wanted to put it in the one o'clock hour. Smart man.

Trotter family quotes.

Chance says, "Bri, you'll always wear the pants. You like pants."

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Situation: family sitting around watching Terry Fator (ventriloquist dude). He was dressed as Michael Jackson and dancing which, of course, meant grabbing...himself.

Sadi, "Mom, why is he grabbing and lifting himself?"
Mom, "Ask your dad."
Dad, "He's making sure his wee-wee is still there."
Sadi, "Ok, never mind!"  (turns away disgusted/embarrassed)

Never a dull moment  :)

Birthdays are fun.

Especially America's! 

It started with some patriotic pancakes. 

 (Somebody didn't like fireworks. 

"They're so loud!" 

"So cover yours ears instead of your eyes; then you can see them! They're pretty!" 

"No.")

And ended with what else but fireworks at the park surrounded by family and friends. 

Hello happy day. 

Lemonade for sale!

We all know how hot it is in these STG summer months.

If you need a refreshing, cool drink of lemonade, this cutie is selling cups for 25 cents a pop! 

Included in the price is top-of-the-line service and a dashing smile. 

Swing by Swiss Dr. within the next 45ish minutes or until she gets bored! This deal won't last!

My lifeline.

I can't stop eating otter-pops.

Sundays.

I love Sundays. Who doesn't? I mean, what other day includes naps with no shame attached, delicious family dinners served with a side of laughter, no thoughts of to-do lists or obligations, rollerblading adventures with just the girls, Sunday drives with Dad, eating heavenly brownies while talking with friends, playing yahtzee, and listening to Mike Miller FINALLY sing and play a Justin Bieber song. Add in the whole church part of the day where I always come away determined to be the best person I can be and I do declare Sundays are the best and most important day of the week.

Goals.

I've decided to put a stop to this lazier-than-usual summer. I watch entirely too much television and don't spend near enough time outside. So I've decided that every Sunday I will write a list of short-term goals for the week that will encourage me to get outside, develop skills/talents, and get me off my dang arse. 

*This week will  feature a slightly shorter list due to the fact that I am going to CALIFORNIA on Wednesday (happy dance). 

-Go to the gym Monday & Tuesday

-Finish making my tie headband  

-Read my scriptures daily

-NO TV with one exception, which is, of course, The Bachelorette.

Gotta see what good 'ol Bentley has to say. Moron. 

-Try one new recipe

And here's a separate list for Cali:

-Get some TANNAGE

-Rollerblade down a boardwalk

-Eat some gooooood food

-Run on the beach at least twice

-Get a good picture of a sunrise or sunset

-Walk on the beach. Duh. 

-Smile a lot   :) 

Hooray for summer vacays!

 

My dad can beat up your dad.

He's the coolest. 

I love you, Dad.

Once upon a time I was younger than I am now.

And I'm missing those days lately. 

They were so much more carefree, spontaneous and just fun. 

So I was looking through my mom's external hard-drive and dug up these oldies to help me reminisce :

 Ember, me, and Fran.

I believe this was the end of my junior year. We did a totally random photoshoot, which are always the best kind.

 Oh Jess, I miss these ridiculous Saturday nights we would have together. Who needs boys when we got a pile of fake tats, some make-up and a camera to entertain us, right?

 Hahahahahaha

Oh this picture just about kills me. 

Hanging out with you two is NEVER boring. Even if it's just laying on Jess's bed talking about everything under the sun and punching Jason in the stomach causing him to fart. hahahaha

 Blake and I. Couldn't look at old pictures without running across a million of me and this kid. We had some great times together.   :)

 This one time we decided to do a mini-triathalon...with 3 weeks to train. Just about keeled over.

 Miss this lovely young lady! I was her "Big Sister" in the BigBrothersBigSisters program for a year and half! Heather is such a funny, cute girl.

 Hahahaha 

Jess and I always somehow ended up taking pictures that make us look like total lesbians. I love you, Jess, just not like that.  ;)

 Ooh this one time Ember, and I went to Alaska. Ya, that was sweet.

Heidi, Jess, and me. 

Geez, I just miss having girl friends to hang out with! 

I miss you guys! 

I miss the good 'ol days. Badly. Everybody is just growing up...guess I should join the party.

Or go to a party. Whichever.