BLASTED "BRONCHITIS"

URGH. And when I say "urgh," I mean URGH!

Stupid being sick. Stupid missing school. Stupid assignments still happening and I'm not there to get them or turn them in or do in class work or anything and URGH.

Stupid what happens if I can't fix it all.

Stupid room being messy because I'm lazy when I'm sick.

Stupid not being able to dance around in fields of butterflies.

STUPID WHAT HAPPENS IF I CAN'T FIX IT ALL?!

Okay. I know what to do.

I will eat salsa. I will drink water. I will make my bed. I will then unmake my bed by getting in it. Then I will read or write or do something productive. I will breathe.

And I will focus really really hard on NOT FREAKING OUT.

Okay. I'm good for now. Sorry for the random outburst.

Life is actually going pretty great for me. People love me. So life is good.

Good luck with your day!

<3 Amanda

"Poetry"

*Facebook Poetry^^^

EXPLANATION: This is not a poem. This is part of a chat on Facebook.

Sometimes, when I know that people aren't paying attention, I just start typing and sending a bunch of my thoughts. Because I know that they don't mind.

After writing a particularly long chain of thought, the person with whom I was chatting applauded me and insisted that what I had written was an awesome poem.

I'm not a poet. And I know it.

But it is kind of pretty. So, after some editing, I want to share it with you.

“Poem”

By Amanda Peterson

I hope you survive AP Calculus

I hope that you will love life

When you are a psychiatrist

And you go home

And drink soda

And take vitamins

And sit in a comfortable chair

And read one of my books

And your kids will have teddy bears

I wonder what memories

You will remember

And what stories

You will tell

And on your mission, when it rains, what kind of light will be outside?

When you fall asleep in the library during college

What book will be open?

Which librarian will wake you at closing time?

Will your pen have inked all over your face?

And how will the jacket feel

That you put on as you leave

Worrying about your exam

And if Channing has a new boyfriend

And that you missed the Cul De Sac that day

And your hair is sticking up

Because you keep running your hand through it

You are thinking about drums as you walk down the sidewalk

You miss them. There hasn't been time lately

And your backpack is still heavy

You wonder what it will be like

To be all grown up

You roll your eyes at your roommates

And you are out of milk

But one of your companions from your mission emailed you

It is good to hear from him

Even though most of his news is sad

He is still happy

You always admired him for that

Your blanket is blue

And thankfully it is soft when you pull it up to your cheek

As you tuck yourself into bed

You slept so easily in the library

But now, like most nights,

Sleep has to be fought for.

Because What If Someone Actually Read This?

Dude. I'm blogging.

Blogging is definitely for bloggers. They are so dedicated to it.

I wish I were a blogger.

Instead, I'm a flitter. (Flit-ter, flitt-er) I flit about!

I have a vlog.

I have a tumblr.

I have a twitter.

But I think that one of the things that I love most about the internet is that I am allowed to flit about. I don't have to stay super attached to one particular thing.

Of course, to become really awesome at a thing, you have to be super attached to it.

And that's why people don't hear me on the internet. Because I don't talk all that much.

How I love listening on the internet though! Hank and John and Maureen and Ally, they've all told me wonderful things. They are why I love the internet.

Is that fulfilling my potential? Probably not. But, sometimes it is nice to do something just because you want to, instead of doing something to be awesome at that thing.

Writing, for example. I'm a decent writer. And when I want to write something really good, I sit down and work hard and write something great.

Other times, I just write because I want to. And 80% of the time all of that writing is stuff that I would never want to show someone or reread myself.

That's nice though, isn't it? Just doing something, not because you want to be awesome at it, but just because you can.

I'm babbling again.

I'm not going to apologize for not updating for so long.

Because I flit about. And I'm okay with being a flitter. :)

Have a really good night, okay?

Love,

Me

This Post is Mermaidish

So you've just found out that one of your FAVORITE people in the world is a mermaid. What are you going to do next?

I don't know what you are going to do, but I plan on just writing about things mermaid-related that happen to me. And answer questions. You've got some questions, right? (I'm a MERMAID for heaven's sake, how out of the norm! Are you not curious?) Leave questions in the comments and I will answer each of them.

On to today's tail. (Hee hee, sorry friends, I had to do that at least once.)

I'm sure that many of you are confused. I have a pool. I've been swimming with many of you... and none of you have seen my mermaid form.

My trick is simple. Insanely water-proof tape. Keeps sections of my skin dry when I am underwater. (Yes, that is totally cheating. I can't think that many other mermaids do this. But it works, so that's good for me.) The tape doesn't last forever so there is a limited time that I can use it. But if it starts to wear out, all I have to do is stick my hand above the water.

What a handy thing tape is.

I want to tell you more of what it is like to be a mermaid. How it feels to be able to stay under the water so long that I get confused by the sky and the land when I resurface. What it is like to swim with the great strength offered to me by my tail.

One of my favorite things to do is jump out of the water. There are several things that I have to consider before I try this move. First of all, it has to be far far far away from any humans. (How strange would it look to see a girl suddenly shoot up out of the water, hang in the air for a moment before falling back, and disappearing after hitting the water?)

The other thing to consider is the depth of the body of water that I am in. The water has to be rather deep for me to be able to get very high up out into the air. I swim a lot in Utah Lake so there are only a few places that are deep enough for me. 12-15 feet up out of the water is the thrill zone. Anything above that gets scary and dangerous and anything below that is a little bit boring. (You have to consider, when I say 12-15 feet, I mean that all of me is up out of the water. Counting my tail.)

The whole this is rather exhilarating.

:)

Also, this song is for you.

Only Slightly About Mermaids (And Not Really About Harry Potter Either.)

We'll get the mermaid bit over with first. I have a question. Do you like it? What do you want to see happen? What's the good, the bad? PLEASE GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK! That's what the commenting button is for. :)

(Was that a little two forward? I'll try and be more subtle from now on.)

You can tell by looking at my blog that I post stuff when I am FEELING an EMOTION. Usually joy. Because I don't want to post when I am bored because then the writing will just be boring and you will then be bored.

But right now I am RATHER JOYFUL.

As most of you know, I am on a looooooong road trip. Right now we are in Canada. And on Eastern time. Which is weird for me. Because almost everyone I know is now running two hours behind me. So when I am asleep, every one is all active online! And when I wake up, everyone is all "sleeping!"

(Why am I telling you this? I forgot.)

(Oh yes. I remember.)

So, currently, all of my USUAL CROWD are all "We are stake dancing!" And I am all "Aww." Like the little fish in Gnomeo and Juliet.

And I am sitting here blogging.

(I forgot again why I am telling you this.)

LOOK! A DISTRACTION! (I promise that that distraction is made of awesome. Enjoy.)

Um. Um. Oh yes!

Amanda! If you are all boringly blogging while your posse hangs out at a delightful stake dance where they are sure to play Journey, why are you full of joy? (Especially as you just got your miserable AP Calc test score back!)

Gee, thanks for reminding me. You're a pal.

(Let's take a quick moment to say "boringly blogging" out loud. C'mon, do it! It's like eating Fruit Gushers. But wordy. And not fruit flavored.)

I am joyful because I am a fan of people who are fans of me. They are called friends. Also, I am a fan of vlogs. Also, I am a fan of obsessing over music. At the moment, Owl City and then, this Silly Love Song. Also, for my nerdy friends, I have for you a song about a Homicidal Squirrel.

You are welcome. :)

Hmmmm. So remember. Mermaid feedback, pronto. Ahem, I mean... I like mermaids... Do you? You should tell me about how you feel about them... And their stories... That are posted on blogs...

Alright Amanda, that's enough Amanda for one night.

Much love!

Last thing.

REAL last thing.

(Does anyone out there actually click on all of the links that I put in these things? Let me know if you do!(How about everyone just starts commenting please! That would be awesome!!!))

Pickled Mermaid

Dear friends,

Yeah. I know. I haven’t posted in ages. I have this motivation problem…

That’s actually why I’m coming to you today. I have an idea. I want to tell you the story of my secret life. I want to write it all out for you. But I need help. My idea is that I would write a chunk and post it on this here blog. You would then read it and yammer and demand the next chunk, thus giving me incentive to write! Good idea, yes, no? We’ll see how it works out.

Without further ado, I present to you:

PICKLED MERMAID

Or

THE COMPLETELY TRUE STORY OF MY LIFE AS A MERMAID

7/8/11

You just laughed, didn’t you? I know what you’re thinking (Here Amanda goes again, splashing along in her little pretend mermaid world. I bet she’ll say humorous things!)

Hah. Hah. Hah.

I know that you’re not going to believe me. That’s why telling you about it is such a great cover. No one actually believes my secrets.

I wouldn’t have believed it. Before it all happened, I thought that mermaids only lived in a Disney world, in a television show.

Am I glad that I became a mermaid? I honestly haven’t decided. There is so much good that came with my transformation, but also so many secrets, so many lies. So many consequences…

Your first question is how it happened. How did Amanda Peterson, Officially Normal Girl, become a fishy water junkie?

Well, the circumstances were just right…

Spring Break of 9^th grade. Our family was vacationing in Florida. The very first night, we went swimming in the pool at the hotel. It was a gorgeous pool, set 6 floors up and open to the entire sky. My siblings and I had a grand old time splashing and playing pretend. I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for playing pretend mermaid games with my siblings (My brothers are always the dolphin companions.)

The sun was setting and the parents decided that it was time for dinner. “Come on!” They said, “We’ll order pizza to the hotel room.” My three youngest siblings instantly agreed to that plan, their toes were wrinkled and their arms were covered with goosebumps.

Andrew and I had other ideas. We begged and pleaded to be allowed to stay out a little bit longer so that we could swim in the inky black of the pool at nighttime. My parents rolled their eyes, but consented.

Andrew and I now ruled the pool. The orange of the sun fled and was filled in by the navy night sky. Twinkling stars were faintly reflected in the water. The moon came out and shone down on us.

We spent more time under the water than in the air. Andrew amused himself by diving over and over for a pool toy, but I sat at the bottom of the pool and just stared at the sky through the water.

As could be expected, Andrew eventually grew tired of swimming. He got out and sat by the edge. He said that he would only wait for me for ten minutes. Ten minutes was not enough time for me. The entire night would not have been enough time for me.

Such beauty, such peaceful grace of the night, surrounded me. Looking back, it is no wonder that something so magical happened at that lovely hour.

I was floating on my back at the center of the pool. My head broke through the brightest point of the moon’s reflection. In that instant, I fell. I fell through the water just how you would fall through air. My back hit the bottom of the pool. My limbs grew incredibly heavy. I had no air. I thought that I was going to die.

That is when my vision turned silver. It was like blacking out, except it felt like soaring through the sky.

When the silver faded and I came to, I was floating back on the surface of the pool like nothing had happened. When I questioned Andrew about it, he said that I had gone under for a moment, but had resurfaced moments later. I didn’t tell him about the silver light.

As chance had it, I didn’t end up swimming for the rest of our vacation. I got sick and stayed in bed while the rest of my family frolicked in the lovely water. I was so jealous.

Looking back, I am so glad that I got sick. If I hadn’t, I would have figured out about the tail in front of a bunch of strangers. And then everything would have been ruined.

How did you find out that you had been turned into a mermaid?

I found out when we returned home. When I drew up a deep bubble bath and plunged right in.

Wait, wait, wait! Yes? So water reveals your tail? That is correct. Then how didn’t you grow a tail every time you washed your hands or showered? Ah, yes, this is important. I can only access my mermaid form when I am completely submerged in the water.

So if it rains, I am okay. Most of me may be wet, but as long as I am not completely under water, my tail won’t appear.

That’s awfully convenient… I think you’re just making this up.

PSH! Because you’re such an expert on mermaids…

Hello Dearie

There are like twenty Crayola markers in the wastebasket next to me. This tells me that my mother has found a lot of free time in her life after being released from being the Primary president. She is in organizing mode.

I never realized till today how STRANGE silly string is. The texture continuously changing from one weird thing to the next.

First day of summer was today. I woke up at 7. By choice. My brain told me that I had slept in.

Wanna know something odd? I open my curtains and shutters within the first minute of being awake. Every morning, a little person inside of me expects to see something different, something surprising outside of my window. A unicorn, a bowl of mac and cheese, a poster covered in chocolate bars. The possibilities are endless.

But it is always a peaceful scene to me. The leafy lilac tree, the green green lawn, (the boring fence) and the gorgeous sky.

I like twos quite a bit. It is June second. HAPPY JUNE!

I had Thai food for dinner last night. And for breakfast this morning. Also lunch. I had a cheese sandwich for dinner. I want a mango. Mangoes. Mmmm.

Honestly, I told myself that I was only going to post things here when I had something to actually talk about. But since Kelsie begged and pleaded and offered me her firstborn child...

You got a whole post of brain meltings.

Have a dandy night!

At the End of Third Period

The school year is over. Yearbook day tomorrow, but, honestly. There are things that I am glad to be over with (AP Calc, physics labs, the icky smell of the cafeteria, etc.). But there are a lot of things that I am going to miss dearly (blocking off the stairs with the rest of the ballroom mafia, the sunrise I've seen walking to the bus the past few weeks, etc.). Because there is never again going to be a year like this one. I am never going to walk up to someone and say "Yo, wassup ma homie g?" quite the same way again.

I have this thought that any memory can be beautiful, depending on how you let yourself remember it and how you tell it others. I've got a memory for you now.

We are all waiting, our stomachs are gnawing on themselves. For me, I was either just frightened out of my mind by calculus or had the varying experience of ballroom. Most days lunch is an escape, but it can also be an obligation. Sometime I leave my class on the top of the world. Sometime I leave cold inside and wondering how the rest of the day will hurt me.

I always walk fast because there is a good bubble of time before the lines get insane. I usually have three options: pizza, (boring) salad, (even more boring and the queue is never a short wait) or the A la Carte line.

This year, after I conquered my fear of the A la Carte line, I had almost the same thing every day. Trix yogurt, nachos, and a red apple.

I eat these things very particularly. Their order in my life is almost as important as brushing my hair each morning.

This is how it works.

Sit down. Place nachos in front of me, but away (we don't want to risk an elbow in that cheese) the apple goes to the left of it. Yogurt goes directly in front of me. Peel foil halfway from the top, insert spoon. There are always two colors. I have to eat one color at a time. Usually the color that is not pink first. It is okay if the colors are mixed for the last two bites. Set yogurt beyond the nachos, scoot them forward.

Nachos. Some days I crave them, some days they almost disgust me. Each chip is carefully selected. One with cheese on it, but not huge globs. There has to be at least of quarter of the chip untouched by cheese. How else am I supposed to hold it between my thumb and my first finger and not make a mess? Sometimes they are too salty. Sometimes the cheese is cold. Then it is really gross. Sometimes I let the guys that I sit with steal chips. Sometimes I guard them enviously. Depends on my mood and level of generosity that day.

Then comes the most interesting part of my lunch-- my sweet red apple. There are actually three parts to every apple. The sticker, the stem, and then the actual apple.

Start with the sticker first. Peel it off and put it on the shoulder of whoever has won you affections that day. It symbolizes your friendship, don't let them EVER remove it.

Then the stem. Twist twist twist while you say the alphabet in your head. Whatever letter you land on is the first letter of your future spouse. Feel free to cheat as much as you desire.

The apple. Red, always. Red so that you can be Snow White and die on the first bite. The contrast of red skin and pale flesh is beautiful. Skin is tasteless, but under the skin is simple sweetness. The stickiness is lovely and the crunch is always perfect. I always take forever to eat my apple (but I am a slow eater as a general rule) and the apple always starts turning brown before I am even close to being done with it. I get teased for it sometimes. But I enjoy the attention that my apple always brings me.

Speaking of apples and attention. Apples are really great for entertaining people. I've already mentioned pulling a Snow White, but the best thing to do with an apple is to attack it viciously.

Step One: Select a victim. Stare at them. Don't blink. When they take notice of you, proceed to

Step Two: Emit a low growl and pounce on your apple. Don't bite in too far, you want your attack to look effortless and spontaneous. And you don't want to have a huge mouthful when you move on to

Step Three: Respond appropriately to your victim's reaction. They are going to be shocked. They may burst into laughter. Or they may stare at you in horror.

Good luck with your apple endeavors.

So, yes. This was my lunch. Over and over, day after day. Sometimes I hated it all. Other days this was exactly what I needed.

I'm going to miss it. The entire thing, overall. It made me happy. Thinking of it makes me happy. I hope that somewhere in there it brought you a moment of joy.

This post is losing my attention quickly so I'll wrap this up. :)

Thank you for reading. Even though none of my posts say very much. I really appreciate it.

Smile and be at peace.

We Are Intertwined (Like Vines)

I keep starting posts. I keep deleting them before I am done.

Every year I grow older, I have more to look back on. I know that I can only learn from the past. I know that I shouldn't dwell on it so often or so deeply.

Every year I grow older, I get nearer to what is to come. I know that my choices now determine my future. I know that worrying about what might come wastes my time now.

Come on Amanda, live in the present. Find something to smile at. Work your hardest. Dance around a little bit.

Open the fridge and see squirtable whipped cream. How can you not squirt a generous amount directly into your mouth? Classy is our middle name.

Please sit up straight. Yeah, I know that it actually takes some effort, but we're going to be so much comfortable in the long run. See? Now that you are sitting correctly, your spine isn't gonna kill you later tonight. Your organs aren't squished up inside of you now. That's always a better feeling.

What are you going to do tonight? Sit on the computer, watch TV, read a book? Go to bed? Sit in your room for hours, waiting for something to happen? Listen to the storm outside.

I don't know what I would choose.

Have you been doing anything to get to your dream lately? Any progress, any effort? Or are you waiting for something to happen there too?

What do you want?

What will I do now to get there?

Goodnight sweet. Use your brain. Smile.

Because Someday Soon is Summer

Hello there!

I have a few videos for you:

Postitive

Negative

A trailer for Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Season 1

Okay. Now you may continue about your usual buisness.

School is ending. Wednesday Thursday Friday Tuesday Wednesday. End. 5 days left of my Jr. year.

Remember the end of Buffy's junior year! The Master! She DIED! And she wore a pretty dress. So that was nice.

Brain is working through Miguel's pudding alfredo sauce.

I have nothing to say. I just wanted to start this thingamabob again. Note to self: think of something to talk about.

Ideas:

Buffy

Buffy and Spike

The weather

It's too late to call the jive

Sleepwalkers

Lake Powell

Hair and it growing longer

Mac and cheese for dinner!!!!!

Siiiiiiiiiiigh.

You sure do look swell today!

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Some thoughts from today:

You can learn so much from yourself.

Think of how many people you could be.

Instead of thinking what choice you've made in the past that you would want to change, think of what choice is coming up. You can decide right now in advance. What a difference that could make.

Every person deserves you to be their friend. There is no one that you meet that could not be your friend with enough effort, or doesn't deserve you. Why aren't we friends with everyone?

How do we turn off the thing in our brains that tells us to judge people? I have a theory. I'll let you know after I have tried it if this idea works.

Let's not be offended.

Thanks for listening. Reading.

Just, thanks.

:)

Turquoise Lemonade

Hello there fine fellows!

I would just like to take a moment to put a word in for spontaneity. (Say that word out loud, it makes your mouth laugh!)

Let me give you an example of something spontaneous that may or may not have just happened fifteen minutes ago.

Me: Hop in the shower. Oh wait! Socks! You must take off your socks! Wait, why? You have always wanted to wear socks in the shower. And I will! Well, I will just do it another day. Wait, why? Why not just wear your socks in the shower RIGHT NOW!?

One more example.

Me: Home! Yay! It is cold outside! Mmmm. Warmth. Wait, song lyrics in my head. Crazy household. Outside? No, tis cold! Well, okay. Outside, swing, stars, jacket, song, temple, wood chips.

And the second example changed my week entirely.

Do you see what I am pitching to you?

BEING SPONTANEOUS CHANGES YOUR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!

So I CHALLENGE you! Those things that you are thinking that you toss away, thinking that they are silly or weird or too bold? Think again. And DO THEM. Just TRY IT!

DO SOMETHING CRAZY!

Thank you.

I love you and have missed talking to you.

Good day.

Chances of Scattered Thoughts

I really really need to go pack. But right now really is the only free (with an emphasis on stress-free) time that I've been allowed this week.

The ACT went really wonderfully. The rest of the day was pretty fantastic too.

Right now, I am listening to A Drop In The Ocean. Very peaceful. Very comfortable.

"A drop in the ocean

A change in the weather

I was praying that you and me might end up together

It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert

But I'm holding you closer than most,

Cause you are my heaven."

Sorry. :) It is just too beautiful of a song to not share.

I'll be honest, I feel like I don't know what to expect of the future. The future being the rest of this school year. And I'm thinking about this without being too worried. I'm thinking about it at the same time that I think of peace. Surprising. Usually I completely lose it when I am uncertain about what is coming.

But I am in a good place right now. Really. I've mentioned peace several times already in this post, it is just that everything keeps coming back to that. Breathe.

Sorry, mindthoughts glide about.

I'm slightly afraid of getting my ACT scores back. Just because the scores are going to be so public because we all took it together. Expectations. So many thoughts are tied to that word. Live up to them? Exceed them? Be a disappointment? That is a big fear of mine. Disappointing everyone. Disappointing myself.

There is something truer. There is some way that we can all know each other. As people. There is some way to understand others as you understand yourself. We're just not there yet. That isn't what our lives are about right now.

How honest am I being with you?

I just returned to the computer. I wrote everything above a couple of hours ago. So the rest of this may be different. I'm not even going to read what I wrote earlier.

I believe in you, you know. You are going to be something

Writing letters to yourself, or letters that only you will read, is so NOT like talking to people. Is that what books are? Is the author writing to you or to themselves and you are just along for the ride?

Love love love love,

Amanda.

(LP)

On The Subject of Anything

Today shall be known as the Day of Productivity! At least, it is the Day In Which Amanda Intends To Get Some Important Things Done and Vows To Not Be Distracted By Anything!

And yes, blogging is being productive! [Insert a heartfelt apology for not posting anything for an absolute age!]

Things That I Am Thinking About That Fit In With My Mission To Be Productive:

• Doing Calculus homework
• Tidying bedroom
• Doing Physics homework
• Reading
• Studying for ACT
• Medley Practice
• Practice with Jacob
• Sleeping tonight

Things That I Am Thinking About That Have Nothing To Do With Anything

• The word anything. I put it in the title of this post for no reason. But I have already used it three times above.
• Pens. I don't know if I like them. Or if I am indifferent toward them. I don't hate them.
• Green lights. Small green lights pop up very frequently in my dreams.
• Dreams? Weird dreams. They are all weird.
• RAWR!!!!!!!!!!

I'll be honest, I have nothing interesting in my head at this point.

How about some links to some fantastic videos?

Elmify

WheezyWaiter

Vlogbrothers (John)

Vlogbrothers (Hank)

RhettandLink

Enjoy :)

-Amanda

A State of Completeness and Flawlessness

Hello there my dear people who read this. I was suprised to learn that 15 people had viewed my last post. Which was from yesterday. Yay! Celebration! Confetti! Fizzy drinks!

Ooh, root beer suddenly sounds good. (I am now eating a root beer flavored piece of hard candy. It is reminding me of the strawberry hard candies with the gooeyish center? Yes? You know of what I speak? Don't they just remind you of parades? Scurrying up to the front in order to wage war over the candy chucked by Miss Provo and Miss Orem's attendants? Good memories.)

I am reading this fantastic book called Wicked Lovely. There is a really good reason that it is a bestseller...

Today was lovely, was it not? I pray that the weather continues to smile upon us. Soon there will be FLOWERS among us! Bluer skies, lazy clouds, temperatures in the highs! (See that rhyming there? Yeah, I'm that good.)

Which would you prefer? Frequent, yet short posts? Or long posts that take a little more time for me to write? Meaning LESS frequent. Let me know...

Till later.

Love, your dear friend,

Adnama

Epiphany! Apostrophe? Epiphany!

Hi there my dear children! I have missed you oh-so-much and it has been too long since my last post.

Let me catch you up to speed with what had been going on in my life lately.

•I dyed my hair bright blue so that it would better clash with my eyes
• My last name has officially been changed to "Kolblenz." Ha! Try and find another Amanda Kolblenz on this planet!
•I kinda found out that I recently acquired mermaid powers. Yeah, I know that you are all jealous and are going to want me to introduce you to my dolphin friends, but let us first get one thing straight: I will only use my powers for good. No matter what that ridiculous future-telling seagull says.
•I took a special test that basically proved that I am mentally years ahead of the smartest people alive. But please don't treat me any different. Even though while I talk to you each day I am solving unsolvable math equations in my mind. And mentally writing the perfect novel.

So, yeah, nothing any different from the usual has been going on. What about for you?

Guess what? SPRING STEADILY APPROACHETH! This fills me with great joy.

Don't you love the lightbulb feeling? When something that was hidden is suddenly very obvious? Tis glorious.

How many times have you been thought about? If a tally was put next to your name everytime someone thought it, how big would the number of tallies be? I am thinking that it would be a ginormous number. Cool thought. At least, I think so.

How do you make lots of people think the exact same thought at the exact same time? Well, you could toss an earthquake at them. What else would make that happen? Something heavily tied to emotion and instincts, I'm thinking.

Lots of mind thoughts going on in my head. :)

Have a good night!

Looking Through Your Eyes

Forgive me for my current Taylor Swift/Journey/pajamas/cocoa/slippers mood. It has been a strange day. So I would like to let some specific people know some specific things.

KD: Thank you for constantly asking me to update my blog. Also, thank you for joining me on my adventure to the A La Carte line. It was epic.

AG: I don't even think that you read this. But I must say that your hair is just amazing. And I am glad that you have been so happy lately.

JA: I am sorry for not being perfect! And for getting frustrated! Thank you for putting up with me! I admire your dedication.

KH: Thank you for the inside jokes. And the inside conversations. I am sorry when you are upset. And I am trying to see your balance between white and blue. Thank you for listening to my crazy rants, as many as there are. Thank you.

CB: You FOR SURE do not read this blog, but I can't be thankful without mentioning you and HB. You invest YOUR LIVES in us. And I can never tell you how much that means to me.

TD: You are a wonderful, crazy jerk. And thank you for that. I'm so proud of you all of the time and I feel like you are a kindred soul. (Do you understand what I mean? No? It's all good.)

I know that this post isn't my usual insanity. But this is what I'm feeling right now. :)

Now! Back to Calculus!!!

Love, Amanda

Let the Mac and Cheese Feast Begin!

I want a FEAST! I want a BEAN FEAST! (Except I actually want a mac and cheese feast, but this is just a teeny detail. Please continue.) Cream buns and doughnuts and fruitcake with no nuts! So good you could go nuts! Give it to me NOW! I want the world, I want the whole world! I want to lock it all up in my pocket, it's my bar of chocolate! Give it to me now!

AnyWAY, now that that has been taken care of, on to more interesting thoughts that are making their way through my head.

Now, I need all of you to do me a favor. I need you to click on the following link, follow the instructions, and then never sleepwalk again.

http://www.ehow.com/how_2106582_stop-sleepwalking-episodes.html

Please. Please please please please please.

Next item of business is The Color Code. The Color Code is a lovely little way of understanding your personality. Take the test, it will give you many things to think about.

http://www.colorcode.com/free_personality_test/

I know that I promised that I was done talking about mac and cheese, but... it is so INSANELY DELICIOUS. My train of thought right now goes a little like this: Sound smart. Sound smart. Sound clever. Be interesting. Be ha-- MAC AND CHEESE! Gooey, lovely cheeeeeese! With ketchup! MmmmmMMMmmmmMMMM!!!! Oh, right. Smart. Witty. Focused.

Now, one last thing before I depart.

That is all. :) Have a good night!

Blasted Thingys!

First off, you have my leave to watch my theme song. (Please tell me that Amanda Maxwell and I were not the only ones that were obsessed with that show!)

Now, looking at the picture/example above (I find it humorous!), can you guess what I am thinking?

No? Alright then, I will make it a multiple choice.

What is Amanda thinking about?

a) Yellow

b)Nerdfighting

c)Slipping and sliding on ice in a very amusing (but painful) manner

d)The fact that the sentence "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog", uses every letter in the alphabet

Please leave your guesses in the comments! (HaHA, see how I trick you into leaving a comment?)

I would like to take this opportunity to share with you a fragment of my past. Remember my trains of thought? The following is a train of thought from my 9th grade Creative Writing class...

"Small green light, not blinking, 'twould be odd it if did. The green light is also the exact shade of the sparkles in my dream. The dream in which I could see peoples' perils.

Oh! There are two small green lights!

Master my subconscious? I don't know if I could, but I kinda think I should. But again with the blinking/breathing/heart-beating thing.

Do I flinch when touched? I hug people..."

Now, let us compare this to one of my trains from a few days ago...

"Tomorrow is a B day. Seminary Ballroom 2 AP Calculus Commercial Art. THE BUS! I GO HOME TOMORROW!!!!!!!!! And then the weekend. Provo competition. Not dying. Writing myself notes. Blah blah blah. Teasing. Grr. Smiles. Springtime. Chinese. You know the Germans make good stuff."

Now please tell me, how did I become so unfocused in between these two trains! They both left from the same station! What does this say about the train station?

Don't you fret and don't you worry, I am planning in a hurry! (Yes, I actually have PLANS for this blog! Are you not all amazed?)

One last thought for tonight: where are you going?

(Amanda Manda Manda Manda Show!)

In Other Words

Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars. Let me see what spring is like on a-Jupiter and Mars...

Tonight is a mesh of thoughts as you probably can already tell. (Here I am referring to the Team Unicorn logo closely followed by a few lines of enchanting lyrics.)

Next thought:

See that guy? He should not be there, he should be ME. Because this world is MY coma. Not his. Hmph.

Also, I have a question for the world. How often am I allowed to wear my Pizza shirt? I see it hanging there every day and find myself counting (on my fingers) how many days ago I wore it. I think that it is officially my favorite shirt ever.

What is your favorite fruit? I am thinking that mine may be a mango. Oh! Idea!

Favorite Fruit: Mango

Favorite Berry: Strawberry

Favorite Fruit That Is Odd: Pomegranate

Least Favorite Stone: Pumice

Hey YOU! Do you wear glasses? Do you wear them often? No?! Well, then, I would like to propose an EVERYBODY WEAR GLASSES DAY!!!!!! Because if we all wear them, we can all celebrate our nerdiness (and most people won't even realize the real cause of celebration!) This is such a good idea! RIGHT?

That is it. I am creating a Facebook Event. Because it shall be an EVENT. (But, I am too lazy to create it right now.) Watch for it... in the FUTURE!

DON'T YOU LOVE CAPS LOCK??? IT GIVES SO MUCH EMPHASIS TO EVERYTHING THAT YOU SAY! DO YOU FEEL AS THOUGH I AM SHOUTING THESE WORDS AT YOU? WELL, I VERY WELL MAY BE, BUT YOU CANNOT TELL, CAN YOU?

Well that was fun.

Ha ha. You do NOT want to know how often I have had to use spell check in this post.

Brain buzzing. La de da de DAH.

Have an excellent night.

Nerdfighters FTW

First off, if you don't know what a nerdfighter, watch THIS!

Today has been a fabulous day! As proof, did you notice the sun shining through the snow as it fell? Huh, huh? Good things!

I've been doing my mini happy dance a lot today and just because of the happy things that are going on in my head. Doop a doop a doop.

Practice was delightful, Jacob and I always practice better after a competition (mostly because we were scared out of our socks by the other couples.)

Medley practice was pleasant, though I am not sure if I am excited for every day practice or if I am dreading it.

This is a very short post, but I don't have much to say besides what I have already said about being happy.

Oh! Except, I must say a huge THANK YOU to the people that cause my happiness. I am so glad that I know you.

Have a wonderful day!

:) Amanda

In Which Blue Is A Prominent Color

Hello there my dear comrades!

Today has contained a nice medley of colors, but the one that has stood out to me is blue (a nice dark blue, clear and calm.)

Google search: define blue

Result: blue color or pigment; resembling the color of the clear sky in the daytime

Google search: define smile

Result: A smile is a facial expression formed by flexing those muscles most notably near both ends of the mouth . The smile can also be found around the eyes

More results: The simplified molecular input line entry specification or SMILES is a specification for unambiguously describing the structure of chemical molecules using short ASCII strings.

The competition was... educational. Pre-Champ (Waltz, Tango, Quickstep) was, in short, a disaster. But I don't feel too bad about it. Novice (Waltz and Quickstep) went a lot better, but in both events there were at least 12 couples on the floor at a time. Do you know what that means? (CHAOS!)

Our Novice dances were recorded from two different points of view and after watching them, I can see some of our problems! (Namely, my elbow issues!!!)

To Do:

Fix Waltz

Fix Tango

Fix Quickstep

Prep Foxtrot

Prep Viennese Waltz

Survive the next few months

Dear Pandora,

How I LOVE thee! You have known me for quite some time and through all of our experiences, you have really come to understand the things that I care about and what I need at any moment. You are always there for me when I need to vent my anger or when I need a good cry. And what happiness you inspire in my heart when you play your cheerful songs!

Love, Amanda!

“There is no blue without yellow and without orange.”

Have a wonderful night.