Jack Bauer and I are both glad the times have changed.

So this is a really funny clip i saw this weekend. It's probably a little funnier if you've seen 24, but you will definitely laugh hard no matter what.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMLH_QyPTYM

Thank goodness we are done with the 90s.

Pictures give me something to blog about...

First of all, can I just say that I LOVE being at the stage in my life when I get the dates that some of my best friends are coming home from their missions!? In the last two weeks I have found out when two of my very best friends are coming home and I am SO EXCITED! First of all, Brian Lowe, a friend from freshman year gets back from Honduras on June 15. Hallelujah! I miss that kid! and getting a letter every 6 weeks is so. stinking. slow. gah. Hurry home boy.

And of course, can we forget Brett Brooksby!? Nay! My best friend/pseudo brother/pseudo cousin gets home from Birmingham England on MAY 5TH!!! That's less than 100 days! YAYY!! Of course, it's 4 days after I leave for Ghana for a month, so I won't get to see him until I get home on the 30th, but still, I am SO excited. It'll be good to have him home.

NEXT: My friend Camille and I stay at her grandparent's house in Draper on Wednesday and Thursday night since we have to be at Primary Children's Hospital VERY early in the morning on Thursday and Friday. This week I went out with a friend and came back pretty late to the house after she had gone to bed and I found a card and my camera on my pillow. This is what I found:

I have a cute friend :) and yes, that is a toilet paper "U".

These pictures below don't need an explanation. Better yet, they don't DESERVE an explanation. All I need to say is that these are not on a green screen. They are real. aksdjhfskhfdk.

stinkin' family.

Funny story time! I got a card from my aunt Miriam this week. It was a card that she bought TWENTY FIVE years ago at the BYU bookstore. Apparently I was the only one worthy enough to receive it in a quarter of a century. It says "If they can make penicillin out of moldy cheese, maybe we can make men out of the low-lifes in this town." hahahaha. Oh how appropriate that is :) Anyway, inside the card was a letter and a collection of stamps. Remember this? well, I decided I need to blog about things I need more often, then maybe I'll get that in the mail too. :) Thanks Miriam! I'm excited to make a puzzle out of getting the right amount of postage!

This should last me for a while ;)

Sometimes I hate them.

I know my last post was all about how much fun I had with my family and how I love them and such, but I'm beginning to change my mind. There are five reasons:

1. It's regents week in NY, so that means no school for an entire week, but they all count as school days. bah. lucky.

2. Because it's a full week off, my family decided to go on a CRUISE TO THE CARIBBEAN as Scott's graduation present. He wanted to go while he was still under 18 (his birthday is early March) so he could do all the fun stuff that kids can do on the cruise that we experienced in November 2003.

3. They left me and Eric here. (al*kdnfaslk@u#thfs*@d,jrsadrn$salkj#sd$alkrna%sdr.!!!!)

4. For the most part they attempted to not talk about the cruise in front of us and I had all but forgotten that they were going. Until I get this email a few days ago...

"Dear children, Not to rub it in, but we are leaving for warmer climes tomorrow....Our Royal Caribbean cruise leaves Miami on Sunday for 7 days. We'll be on the Liberty of the Seas, going to Costa Maya, Mexico; Belize City, Belize; and Cozumel, Mexico........."

'not to rub it in'!?!? you failed, mother. haha.

This is what I see when I look outside...

This is what they see....

I bet they'll come back all tan too. bleh. there's reason number 5.

Bon voyage famille. Bon voyage.

p.s. I don't really hate my family. This post may or may not be related to jealousy.

The Best of....

School start's tomorrow, so break is clearly over. It was so much fun to be with my family, but it was especially sad to say goodbye since we all won't be together mostly likely for another 3 1/2 years. So in honor of that, I wanted to post some "best of..." from this break.

*Eric: (on the phone) So we're going to meet at 4:30 tomorrow morning at Exit 12 to go snowshoeing.
::Mom and Melissa shudder involuntarily.::

*While singing "Whatcha say" by Jason Derulo:
Me: When the roof caved in and the truth came out...
Eric: When the rains came down and the floods came up...

*When driving back from the airport, Eric sat in the way back. Unfortunately, apparently no one had sat in that seat for a long time and we realized that the seat was not attached. We noticed that when we went around a sharp corner and the other side of the seat flew up in the air. That led to my dad take every corner much sharper than necessary :)

*Eric: Dad, have you ever seen my chest hair recently?
Dad: Um, no...I can't say that I have....

*Scott: OWWWWWWWW!!!!!! BUTT CRAMP!

*Me: (after giving advice on driving in snow) see Craig, it's never too early to start learning to drive.
Craig: you sure? It's never too early? I kinda feel like when they are born they're more concerned with things like, cutting the umbilical cord.

I love my family.

Melissa+Exhaustion+Single=.......

Last night I was exhausted. And when I'm exhausted, I get a little delirious. When I'm delirious and around the right people, I get giggly. Late last night, when on the phone with a good friend, I got to that exhausted delirious giggly stage. And when we started talking about a New Years Eve kiss, this just popped out of my mouth. So in honor of New Years Eve and to all those who are going to have a new years kiss, this one is for you.

Happy New Year!

I'm so lacking in the macking, it's a matter of facting.
But other people are RACKING in the macking.
Man, I'm slacking....
But then I was exacting, maybe I'm lacking in the macking
because I do too much smacking during the macking?
So maybe if I do some subtracting of the smacking during the macking
I won't be lacking in the macking anymore!!!

for the record, I don't smack. I'm just single. but that doesn't rhyme.

Best Christmas Present Ever.

My family and I got tickets for Christmas to see Wicked. It was quite a surprise and I can't lie, when I pulled the ticket out of my stocking I screamed for excitement. So yesterday we went to go see it and I'd like to tell you what I thought of it. But I should warn you, I can be a harsh critic from time to time:

5 Stars
A++
110%
Fantastic
Breath-taking
Heart warming
Amazing
Filled me with warm and fuzzies
"Two enthusiastic thumbs up!"

okay, but seriously. The show was amazing! The acting, the singing, the plot, the humor, the romance, the music, the atmosphere, the set....I loved every second of it. Even though I knew every song, knew the plot, and had cloud club seats, it was great. Now that definitely makes it a good play, and probably one of the best Christmas presents ever.

Merry Christmas...music style

Just a little somethin'-somethin' to share some Christmas joy :)

They are both awesome. You don't want to miss out on either.

10.....9......8.....7....

23 hours, 36 minutes until I am DONE with finals. But even better, til I am done with this ridiculous Med-Surg/Pharmacology Semester. Not that I'm excited or counting down or anything...


23 hours 35 minutes....

after 10 long years of waiting...

I just wanted to let everyone know that as of an interview with the bishop last night, and both of us setting up an online account early this morning.........



my mission papers have officially begun.



bring it.

Spinach, liver and porcupines.

In honor of this week and my confinement to the good ol' Harold B. Lee Library, I wanted to adapt a favorite childhood poem by Jack Prelutsky that I've had memorized since about...oh... 1st grade, when I realized I didn't like school work. I'm pretty sure my college classmates can relate to this. Three cheers for failing finals week!

Finals! Oh, finals!!
I hate you! You stink!
I wish I could wash you
away in the sink.
If only a bomb
would explode you to bits.
Finals! Oh, finals!
You're giving me fits.

I'd rather take baths
with a man-eating shark,
or wrestle a lion
alone in the dark,
eat spinach and liver,
pet ten porcupines,
than tackle the final
my teacher assigns.

Finals! Oh, finals!
You're last on my list,
I simply can't see why you even exist.
If you just disappeared
it would tickle me pink.
Finals! Oh, finals!
I hate you! you stink!