My Next Big Thing

I have to admit that I am easily inspired. Watching someone do something enough times automatically ensures that I too can master it. Whether it be learning the guitar to becoming the next CIA agent, I can accomplish it all. I guess it began when I was little and would watch Bob Ross paint on his canvas. He would some how make a blob of paint turn into a deep ocean, or a forest. Not long after watching his show, I decided that my painting skills were up to the challenge. I had my mom buy me a bright white canvas, new paintbrushes and colorful paint. Lets just say that I easily gave up on that dream when my ocean and mountains were confused as a horse with different sized legs. I didn't let this small set back get me down though, so what if I can't paint, I found my next calling in life when I was just a few years older.
I promised myself that I would be the next horse diving girl after I watched the movie Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken. I knew that I would get the chance to run away with the circus people, fall in love with a handsome young guy and dive horses for the rest of my life. Then I went on my first high dive at the swimming pool and realized I was terrified of heights. Next...
In junior high my friend Danielle and i fell in love with the movie Titanic and decided that we needed to write a movie script so amazingly good that Leonardo DiCaprio would star in it. By pulling this together we would then get to be on the set and finally have our chance to profess our undying love to him! And really how difficult is it to write a movie script? So we plugged away, putting in countless amount of hours planning the storyline, picking the perfect cast, outlining the cliffhangers etc. and after two pages and the script complete we decided we weren't actually cut out for that line of work anyway.
Four years ago, I was going to be a CIA agent and learn how to defend myself and beat men up that were twice my size after becoming addicted the the TV show Alias.
All lifestyles that I was dedicated to becoming, which leads me to my most recent project. A seed that was planted six months ago but really started growing a few months later. Reading the twilight books and then seeing them come alive in the movie has really made me want to bring out some of my creative side. Stephenie Myer wrote a book from a dream that she had, and now look at her! I have ideas running through my head all the time... most of them random, others complex, but some that could pull out my creativity and make me famous.

So one day, I chatted with my friend Michael about the idea of writing a book. It didn't need to be anything amazing. The ideas of being famous could come later in life, I've got plenty of time. I wanted to reach inside of me and do something I never have before; a dream that I might be able to accomplish. My friend encouraged me and helped me toy around with the few ideas I had. Its been three months and I'm 50 pages into my story. Its nothing much yet, but maybe someday it can be.

Making a fool of myself... whats new!?

We've all been there... doing something ridiculous in public where you pray that either no one saw you (which is usually unlikely) or pray that the Lord will strike you down so you don't have to see the faces of the people who did in fact notice. For some of you, you may be shaking your head and think to yourself "I rarely ever come across these moments" or "Sure I've had those moments but I'm not stupid enough to share it on my blog" As I've told many of you, my life is an open book (with a few torn out pages) and when ever I come across a moment when I can bring a smile to my friends face or make enemies happy to see "even I have flaws" I'll jump at the opportunity.

Twice now I have embarrassed myself singing in public. For those of you who are cringing at the thought "she sings in public" or even trying to picture me actually putting on performances and having an audience, that's not the singing I'm talking about. Let me explain...

The first experience happened while visiting my sister in a small town called Craig, CO. While walking into one of the seven stores that are in the small town, a few of my family members stopped to look at the sale they had going on outside of the store. Most of the time I forget I am in public (this being one of the moments) and will act very silly. We had been listening to High School Musical 2 with my niece in the car. I started singing the song to my sister without a care in the world. Last I had seen, there wasn't a single person outside within a 19 mile radius of us. I sang as loud as I could to my sister. I didn't notice the man come out of the store behind me and as I turned to go through a paper away (still singing might I add) he said to me "you have a very pleasant voice, thank you for singing and don't stop." All I could do was smile and listen to the laughs from my family behind me.

Second instance happened just this week. My sister and I had some time to kill before going to see a movie. We ran next door to Borders and were doing a little browsing. It was late and there were very few people shopping. My sister and I were headed to the registers from the back of the store. I had gotten a head start up to the front but was sure she was right behind me. I heard her come up next to me and with my hand in a fist holding only my thumb up (my pretend microphone) I leaned towards the person coming up on my left and started singing. Turns out my sister stopped to look at a book and the person who had come up next to me was a random shopper passing me. I tried to cover up my singing by using my thumb to point to the books that were next to the shopper. I don't think she fell for it but gave me a sympathetic smile. I ran back to my sister and informed her to let me know next time she stops to shop.

I am hoping I have learned my lesson and the next time I throw the microphone thumb up ready to sing a tune, I am fully aware of my surroundings and the people who are near. Or maybe I should refrain from doing it at all. :0)

Healthy Obsessions?

I hate to admit this but I have a feeling that I fall into the category of obsessed. I titled this blog Healthy Obsessions with a question mark because this could be a debate. I am coming more and more to the conclusion that life shouldn't be lived through movies, books or TV. What is that famous saying, "Grab life by the reins and take control". (I promise I'm going somewhere with this) For those of you who don't know me super well I am a big entertainment person. I love movies almost more then I love food. (I really love food!)

FYE (For Your Entertainment) is a small branch of heaven on earth here for me. My friend Angie laughs at me because she knows that we have to schedule at least two hours for that store whenever we enter into it. For most people, dinner and a movie is such a "lame" date. That was so the 90's! For me, bring on the dinner and movie. (In fact, skip the dinner)

Continuing on my entertainment kick I love reading. A few entries ago I wrote about my love for Borders. Reading up on the latest pirate ships, or how Madonna became Madonna. I am easily entertained.

And of course how can we forget about television. At least two-three times a week, people tell me of their love for various TV shows and suggest that I give it a shot and watch the first episode. If I don't love it, then I never have to watch it again. That's where the fall begins. I fell for this one time when my old roommate Ashley told me to watch the OC. In her words, "Jennie, just watch the first four episodes with me. If you don't love it, then you won't have to watch it ever again." Four seasons later and owning the first couple of seasons on DVD, its obvious that I became a little addicted. Now when people suggest shows to me, I immediately let them know that I have three shows that I watch. I refuse to add anymore on there.

So what does this have to do with Healthy Obsessions? Due to the few shows/books and movies I have become addicted to this is how I secretly (not such a secret anymore) hoped my life would have played out... I go to High School in Orange County where I hang out with Seth, Ryan, Marissa and Summer. After high school I say goodbye to some of my closest friends where I move to Seattle and become an intern at Seattle Graces Hospital. Here I deal with the drama of my close friend Izzy and George. Meridith is dating Derick and Sloan is constantly wanting to "date" me. Little does he know that when I go home Edward is there waiting for me- the perfect man.

This is why I add the question mark at the end. Its an addiction and I'm learning to control it. :0)

Hopeless Romantic

I find it kind of silly that my post prior to this one was a dedication to the nuns, my desire to be one and the top ten reasons why it would be a good decision. Those of you who read this may be wondering if I have found that "special someone". Fear not my single friends... I am still in your corner, but I have realized that I am a sucker for romance and the idea of falling in love. I don't speak of anyone in particular, only the imaginative characters in the movies or in the stories I read. I have tried to fight it but I can't help but feel the tugging of my heart strings when watching two people who have gone through their own struggles of searching for "that special someone" finally able to end the battle and truly fall in love. More and more I find myself searching for the novels that share the tale of two lost souls looking for their other half. Or dropping subtle hints to my friends to see movies of a guy and girl falling in love for the third time. I will remove my pride and share with the world my secret. I AM A HOPELESS ROMANTIC!! My fear now is not only the ridicule I will get after my faithful fans read this post, but the many acts of love I have read or seen will continue to linger in my mind. I hope someone is up for the challenge of catching my attention. :0)

Nuns

OK... For years now I have said how I really need to look into becoming a nun. I know some of you are thinking "but why would you do that!?" I've decided after sharing with you some of the "perks" of being a nun I would put them down in writing...

the 10 top reasons why it would be cool to be a nun!

10. Never have to shave your legs or underarms again (save on wax jobs too)
9. Wouldn't have to worry about not being up with the latest fashions... one outfit that's all you need!
8. Free room and board (no more stinky or crazy landlords)
7. Save a ton of money! (That you can give to the homeless)
6. Live with all your closest of girlfriends (ignore the cat fights)
5. No need to get pampered everyday (out with the makeup)
4. Can't figure out how to control your hair? No need just throw it back under the cap you wear (is that the technical term?)
3. No stressful situations... just constantly serving
2. Have God in your life 24/7
and the number 1 reason to become a nun...

1. NO MORE DUMB BOYS IN YOUR LIFE!!!

AMEN TO THAT!!!

So last week I had the chance to go with my roommate to the Dashboard Confessional Concert. When the idea was first presented to me I actually asked her to see if there was anyone else that would want the extra ticket she had acquired. I wasn't too familiar with their songs and it seemed silly to spend the extra $50. We decided that we would have more fun going together, so she quickly helped me with my little set back. She burned me serveral CDs of Plain White T's, Panic at the Disco, and Dashboard Confessional. We got to the show and immediately the doubt of feeling silly at a concert of artists I didn't know was let go and pure excitement overwhelmed me! Something about being at the concert, screaming your heart out as you sing along with the artist is exilerating. We were the only ones feeling this sensation as we danced along with several others. Especially our favorite fellow concert goer named "Drunk Man" who found moves that no one could top!

We gained the "groupie" nickname and to uphold our reputation we purchased shirts! We danced and sang to the last few songs and then sadness overwhelmed me as I realized the night was almost over. We stood there, watching the band leave backstage and looked around at the pockets of crowding going on. It was then that we realized, members of the bands had decided to come out and meet their fans. My roommate and I ran from the place we were standing to meet these fantastic entertainers! We left an hour later knowing the night was a success!!!!

book of life

A little more then three months is all that stands between me and Christmas! Is it really September already? Before long I will enjoy the long sleeves, coats and scarfs only until I step outside to the fridgid weather and curse my car for not heating up fast enough! What have I done this past year. I think at one point I set some new year resolutions but couldn't tell ya how close I am to getting to that change.
Its been a few months since I wrote on my blog last and to all of my readers who so anxiously want to keep up to date with me here are some of the newest changes that have consumed my life.
After living in three different places in six months, I decided to move yet again back to Lehi where I had just come from not more then four months ago. The drive to Sandy was slowly becoming more and more of a pain and although I moved to Provo from Lehi at the beginning of the summer it had served its purpose and I decided that I was past the Provo scene. Two my friends found a cute little condo for a great price, packed our bags and said goodbye to the town we had all lived in for so many years.
So speaking of my job in Sandy, the point of the mountain is death trap waiting to happen. As winter approaches, the mountain comes to life and produces its own masses of weather to the point where you fear for your life as drive around it. My little jetta would cringe at the thought each time I pushed her up the hill and around the bend just to get to work. Since the majority of the year is winter except for few warm months of summer, I decided to get myself a new car! I went and spoiled myself and got the xterra that I was contemplating on getting back around my birthday. Its was sad to depart from the jetta but it was time.
Lastly, against the better wishes of my mother I choose to re-color my hair and go back to dark. I was the closest to my natural color about 5 months ago and nothing made my mom more happy! To me, brunettes have more fun and being my natural color for even a few months was torture as it is.

So the summer had some nice changes to it, I feel like a new chapter in my so called "book of life" has started and more then ever I'm excited to see what winter can come up with.