I will be a genius

I haven't been on here for a while. The break was very nice and relaxing. Hardly any technology was involved.

I'm doing some pretty awesome research and I'm finishing it up in the next few weeks. I'm hoping to get it published online at some point.

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I'm a penny pincher, you can be one too part 1

I sometimes tend to be tight-fisted, a miser, stingy, cheapskate, moneygrubber but I can also be thrifty, prudent and frugal.

I mean there's nothing wrong with buying expired food and eating it, right? I can walk out of the grocery store with my shopping cart full of food and I don't spend more than $30.

How do I do this? I shop as this little known dive in Salt Lake City that gets expired food or cancelled food shipments and then they sell their stuff for super cheap.

We'll get blocks of cheese for a dollar. Cookies for a dollar. Candy for a dollar. Sometimes we'll get these things for even cheaper. And don't think they only sell the cheap stuff. Most of the food they sell is top of the line.

There are some guidelines though, I don't buy any sketchy stuff. I have some dignity: No produce, no dairy except cheese, no meat. I mostly buy bottled juice, canned goods, packaged goods and frozen goods.

The place is disgusting. People push and shove to get food. And like I said, sometimes their some sketchy stuff there.

I like to take a couple weeks break before going back so I can rid myself of feeling like utter filth, but the deals are great and the food tastes great too--most of the time. We've been going there for months and no food poisoning yet.

The Sara(h)'s in my life Part 1

I remember looking at her upside down, when she was less than a year old. She looked like an alien, I still wonder if she is.

From diapers to ten-year-old, my youngest sister--of the ten of us--is not an alien but she's a sleeper.

While potty training she would fall asleep on the little toilet with her head resting on the adult toilet. One time she fell asleep on the floor, in front of the door and another time on the dresser.

Sara, the bedhead. My first semester back from college, I remember sitting on the couch at 11 a.m. and Sara walks out of her room, barely awake, goes to the bathroom, comes out of the bathroom, looks at me and with that Sara voice says, "WHAT?"

I love Sara for her wittiness. There hasn't been a time when I talked on the phone with her that I wasn't blown away by her intelligence; from math to telling me jokes for a half hour.

Gotta love that kid.

The Sara (Sarah)'s in my life, part 2

Soup. She offered to help me drag my suitcases in after I had lugged them through six inches of snow, after I had spent twelve hours travelling.

I readily said "yes."

I didn't know that the soup and bread would soon turn into a beautiful friendship. We had spent the semester before as FHE siblings but never became close. And then, suddenly, we were sharing a room and eating soup.

And moments after we finished the soup, she was dancing to gypsy punk rock music and singing for me--Start Wearing Purple. Some of my favorite songs came from this grand woman: Rabbit Heart, Skinny Love, Manic and I, Welcome Home.

Sarah is one amazing person. With style, class, beauty, and music she expanded my knowledge and creativity in ways I never imagined.

Sarah writes music, sings and performs music. She can pretty much do anything, she's gifted.

But Sarah goes a step beyond being gifted. Her kindness to me and others has always been genuine. After breaking up with my sorta boyfriend, Sarah was immediately there to console me. I remember eating junk food in the park and flipping through Cosmo and laughing at all the ridiculous things in there with her. I remember us sitting down and making a list of things I was going to do to get over the guy who sorta broke my heart.

Sarah has chosen to dedicate her life to others, even before she graduated with her bachelors in Sociology, she was serving as many people as she possibly could.

The fondest memory of Sarah was the wedding day of our friend Sage. We were beat. Sarah and I had spent the night before packing and cleaning and we didn't finish until the next morning, right before we went to the wedding.

We ran into Billy there--I feel like I used to run into Billy a lot, places and times I'd never expect to see him. Weird.

Anyway, right after we went to Olive Garden and ran into my Stake Patriarch, who "anonymously" paid for our whole meal.

We were on a high. And so we decided to drive to Utah but then realized we were going to Montana and then realized we didn't know where we were going, we were just going. We ended up in the middle of nowhere and adventured for a while before going back to Rexburg and crashing on the floor of what would be my future apartment.

There are so many amazing, cherished memories that I have with Sarah and I hope to have more.

Da bears

There are some days where I am full to bursting with opinions and thoughts and then there are days--like the past few days--that I doubt my opinion and I lack the ability to update this blog.

I will post something for you tomorrow ... hopefully.

I'd rather write about Evita than vampires

Yeah. I turned Evita into a blood sucking vampire; not appealing.

Blood ran down my neck, I felt woozy, the vampire stared at me with love, lust and horror on his face. His nose began to run and ... Not. I made you look.

This isn't going to be a vampire book, I don't even know if I can guarantee blood, or lust or violence or even some language that would make a rapper blush.

But you'll only know if you read on.

Twenty one, thats how old I am. I am currently working on my masters, on becoming a prodigy, but I am also currently working to get out of my bed as this very moment too. What can I say, I'm a working woman, dedicated and stuff.

I guess thats why I suddenly felt the need to write a book. I once thought "I'll write it about vampires" but then Stephanie Meyer--did I spell that right?-- beat me to the punch.

I also considered wizards, elves, worms and snot.

Thats one thing I can guarantee, this book will be a little runny. I mean, I've gotta capture every audience and kids love snot, farts, boogers and poop jokes, so I'll be sure to slide some in every now and then.

The music I'm listening to is a little runny, like my nose. Promise to not make fun of me? Evita. I'm listening to Evita and to make it worse, its the Madonna version. I was stuck on some modern, radio stereotypical rap crap but I switched back to all my old classic stuff, if you consider Evita to be a classic anything.

Moody Blues is the next thing I will probably listen too. Am I moody? No, but they're not either.

Anyway, this is all very random but I am going to write a book. Something horrendously embarrassing and very honest.

I'm not going to try and make money off it, heck I may not even bind it but if you want to read it, there will be a chapter posted on here every now and then.

Read it.

I will eat food out of a dog's mouth

You know how much I hate dogs? Well, if I get 500 hits on my blog in one day, then I will put a video/photo up on here of me eating food out of a dog's mouth, unless you have any other ideas? Please feel free to comment.

Also, if I get 1500 people to take this survey, I will do something else crazy and put a video up for everyone to see. Click the link below to take the survey.

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