<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883</id><updated>2012-02-10T13:45:02.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanani blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-392159677764909307</id><published>2012-02-08T05:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T05:55:46.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You is kind. You is smart. You is important.</title><content type='html'>As your faith is strengthened you will find that there is no longer the need to have a sense of control, that things will flow as they will, and that you will flow with them, to your great delight and benefit.&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel Teney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stealing this idea from my good friend Jaime.  It's been a hard week and I think I need the boost, not to mention I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; doing these kinds of things about myself.  I get uncomfortable when talking about really personal things about myself.  It'll be good for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          25 things I Like about Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I read and I read a lot.  I've pointed this out before but I really do like this fact about myself.  A lot of my random facts come from my readings.  Most of what I know comes from it too.  Even if my favorite genre is fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm a gamer chick.  This makes me a rare breed.  The boys tell me I'm a &lt;i&gt;hot&lt;/i&gt;, good gamer chick, which makes me even rarer.  I don't quite believe them on the "hot" aspect but whatever.  I love the fact that I can pick up a game the boys have been playing for ages and be almost as good as them a week later.  My proudest moment is when I shocked Gaxor into silence and got a "Well done" from Georgia Boy during a StarCraft match.  Gaxor is the man to beat and Georgia Boy has only shocked him into silence twice and they've been friends for ages.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I dabble in a lot of things.  This is frustrating sometimes but usually I like it.  I mean how many people have taken a welding class, woodworking, game, are a rec management major, plays at being an artist and photographer, plays basketball, writes, laughs at most of the nerdy jokes on Big Bang Theory because they actually understand them...this list could go on forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I listen to people. This has gotten me into trouble when I don't do any of the talking but meh. It's helped me establish a lot of relationships that I cherish.  I mean I don't think me and Love would have as good a relationship as we do if I hadn't seen she needed an extra person to bounce ideas off of, the same goes for Mal and Kwistin, Writer and once upon a time Hols.  There are so many people that just need an unbiased ear in the world.  Like the kid I've only talked to once before Sunday who came over, sat down and told me all his girl problems.  Poor heartsick kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My taste in music.  It's all over the place and I love it.  I'm listening to a playlist right now that has Paramore, Parachute, Mumford &amp; Sons, The Script, Adele, FloRida, One Republic and others on it.  If that ain't the craziest mix of music tastes, I don't know what is.  This past semester I was sitting with Georgia Boy playing some music while helping him with a final.  He mutters something under his breath and then says "Why is it I always find good music when I'm with you?"  &lt;br /&gt;"When will you learn? I am a music goddess." (I did something flourishy with my hands even) I meant it as a tease since we were broken up but he just nodded his consent and went back to work.  So I stand by my statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I try to expand my horizons.  Most people are happy with what they know, when I sink my teeth into something I have to know more.  And then I love to share what I learn with others.  It's fun being able to do stuff like that.  So I guess this relates back to number 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I like that I like to teach.  I've never found it to be a calling of mine but others seem to like how I teach.  I had a couple of girls in my ward last semester that had nicknames for everyone.  Mine was "The good, not boring Relief Society teacher."  It made my heart smile, I get real nervous about teaching cause I don't think anyone else is interested by what I'm saying so positive reinforcement like that is good for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. This relates to teaching but... I can take something potentially complicated and put it into everyday terms.  Like the comment that set off the mission alert.  The teacher had asked the difference between knowing of Christ and knowing Christ.  I raised my hand and said something to the effect of " I don't live in this ward so I know of the people in the ward.  I know you exist and have lives but that's about it.  I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; Llama and Jay.  I have a personal relationship with them."  *shrugs* you can be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My loyalty.  It's gotten me bit in the behind more times than I can count but to the people who actually care about me, I feel like it's what glues us together. Even if we don't talk for years on end.  I always say I'm like a dog: affectionate and loyal. Once you have that loyalty it's pretty hard to lose. Though I have met one or two people who kicked me a little too often and a little too hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My eyes.  They're a tricky thing.  They look brown till you get real close, then you see they are actually green with a brown ring.  They also change colors depending on my mood, not by much but still.  In high school I started calling them Dragon Eyes, because in some myths the dragon's eye color changes with their mood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I can pick up an accent mighty quick.  It can be annoying and does get me into trouble sometimes.  People think I'm making fun of 'em when I'm not.  You might have noticed this post has a bit of a southern feel to it.  It's cause I just finished The Help.  I'm excited to see what kind of accent I pick up in Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I still have the awe of a little kid in some things.  Mostly nature.  I love clouds, forests, the snow.  I love being able to text Kwistin and have someone to get excited with about how pretty the mountains look cause they're all pink with a light blue sky behind them and the full moon rising.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My facts. They might drive some people crazy but I like being able to say things like "Did you know you replace 92% of your atoms annually?"  or who sings a song and what the title is, and knowing it within the first 10 seconds of the song playing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The fact that I decided to serve a mission, and that I'm actually following through.  It's a bigger step for me than I think I realize. I'm excited and nervous, all at the same time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My writing.  Not that I would show anything past what's on my blog to anyone. Not that I've written anything since that poetry class two, &lt;i&gt;two?!&lt;/i&gt;, years ago.  I have a lot in my head but I never seem to be able to sound right on paper.  But when I was writing regularly I did have some pretty good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. My ability with kids. I adore children, I really do.  I love playing with them and seeing their sense of wonder at everything.  Seeing how they work out problems and seeing their imagination run wild.  It also makes me smile when a mom says "Wow, she usually screams when she doesn't know someone." Gives me hope that I'll be an okay mom someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My imagination.  I know that it's a lot smaller than when I was little but it can still get away from me sometimes.  This is slightly embarrassing but meh.  When I took my avalanche class last year we went out into the canyon between Jackson Hole and Pocatello to do some beacon training.  As we trudged through the snow and snow covered pines on our snowshoes, I imagined I was in Narnia.  It made the half hour trek seem a lot less long and made it that much more magical.  I mean the scenery was breath taking anyway, but it added an extra bit of magic.  I do little things like that sometimes, makes life more interestin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My adventuresome self. Drove my Mum near crazy when I was little, me running off for hours at a time but I had a grand old time.  It's carried over to adulthood too.  Snowboarding, mountain biking, hiking, and the random adventure with a friend. Grand times are made, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Going everywhere barefoot.  Well not everywhere but as close as I can get.  It's just another one of my lovable quirks.  It's a great thing when your friends invite you to something and then say "Bring shoes, we're going out in public."  Or when you actually wear shoes and everyone is shocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. This next one is total geekery and will cause and uproar but here I go.  I like how I've embraced the Slytherin House from Harry Potter.  Let me explain some.  One year I was cast as Slytherin at Halloween cause I had all the green clothing and since then I've slowly come around to the idea.  Not the evil part of Slytherin but more of becoming an... activist.... for the house.  Everyone always says that Slytherins all turn out evil.  I like to point out Andromeda Tonks, Tonks' mother.  She was a Slytherin and she married a muggle.  Just sayin.  It drives me crazy when people focus on the bad of the house when there is so much more to the house.  I guess it relates to a nation that I'm mighty fierce about defending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I'm a total geek/nerd.  What ever you want to call it.  Star Wars, Star Trek, Firefly, gaming, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings.  Yup that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I'm a nature person.  Send me off into the woods, canyon, mountains, whatever, and tell me to go play.  Yes sir!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. My true laugh.  The one where you have to sit on my stomach to get out of me.  At first I hated it when Gryff found out about it.  It's loud and obnoxious, or at least it was to me.  And once she told Georgia Boy about it there was trouble.  He soon found out that all he had to do was give me a good squeeze and the laugh would come out.  He finds it endearing while I hated it more and more.  Couldn't I just have one thing that was girly about me?  Well, it's grown on me.  Just don't let him know that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My quirks.  There are a lot of them. At least 23 are listed here.  I do like them, even if I do curse some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The fact that I spent most of the night blogging when I should have been sleeping.  Gotta use that freedom while I can hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-392159677764909307?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/392159677764909307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=392159677764909307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/392159677764909307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/392159677764909307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-is-kind-you-is-smart-you-is.html' title='You is kind. You is smart. You is important.'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-114799692296808669</id><published>2012-02-02T17:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T18:12:33.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, you kill my patience</title><content type='html'>No one wants advice - only corroboration.&lt;br /&gt;John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a blogging funk.  I have a lot to write about, especially on the mission blog, but I'm not motivated.  So here is the annual "8 things" thingy.... hopefully it'll help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I’m passionate about&lt;br /&gt;Gaming... yes I'm a gamer&lt;br /&gt;Being yourself&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty&lt;br /&gt;The gospel&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Different cultures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I want to do before I die&lt;br /&gt;Trade ipods with someone for a day&lt;br /&gt;Camp on the beach&lt;br /&gt;Own a Mustang&lt;br /&gt;Live in Boston (this was on the list before the mish call, just by the way)&lt;br /&gt;Buy a house&lt;br /&gt;Have a family&lt;br /&gt;See the northern lights&lt;br /&gt;Have my own car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I do now&lt;br /&gt;Game with Georgia Boy (yup, that hasn't changed)&lt;br /&gt;Read, a lot&lt;br /&gt;Look around my room and say "I really need to start packing things away"&lt;br /&gt;Half heartedly shop for my mission, hey I hate shopping&lt;br /&gt;mope around the house about a certain person&lt;br /&gt;Come up with creative ways to try to motivate myself&lt;br /&gt;Listen to music&lt;br /&gt;Marvel at how stupid people are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I often say&lt;br /&gt;"I hate that stupid boy...no, I don't mean it"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you freaking kidding me?!" &lt;br /&gt;"In my room!"&lt;br /&gt;"Massachusetts Boston Mission. March 28th."&lt;br /&gt;"Can I borrow the car?"&lt;br /&gt;"Kwistin with Pants!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Did I tell you this already?"&lt;br /&gt;"I swear my hair has already grown 3 inches!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Legit!" This was added after the post was posted, Kwistin pointed out I do say this a lot =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite foods&lt;br /&gt;Subway &lt;br /&gt;This yummy shrimp concoction I discovered&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers&lt;br /&gt;Pulled Pork&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna &lt;br /&gt;Turkey&lt;br /&gt;Pita&lt;br /&gt;Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things you may not have know about me&lt;br /&gt;I may stay out East after my mission, depending on how much I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I really, really hope I come home with a Boston accent&lt;br /&gt;I want to cover my room with flags of places I have visited.  &lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair.  Imagine Rapunzel at the end of Tangled =}&lt;br /&gt;I want to get married in the new Provo Temple. Here's to hoping it'll be finished while I'm on my mission.&lt;br /&gt;I received my endowment!&lt;br /&gt;I have recently rediscovered how much fun Yoga can be.&lt;br /&gt;I still want to dye my bangs green&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-114799692296808669?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114799692296808669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=114799692296808669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/114799692296808669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/114799692296808669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/yes-you-kill-my-patience.html' title='Yes, you kill my patience'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-3526803221068149664</id><published>2012-01-02T04:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T04:34:35.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missionary Love</title><content type='html'>I prayed for twenty years but received no answer until I prayed with my legs.&lt;br /&gt;Frederick Douglass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've actually followed up on something, I have created my mission blog! Here is the address:&lt;br /&gt;http://sisterkanani.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several reasons I have created a separate blog for the mission.  One is that I really like that this current blog is read by those who have either stumbled across the blog or those that I have specifically given the address to.  I like that I can post mostly anything I want, speak my mind and whatnot, and mostly not get in trouble for it.  I want to keep this blog that way, while I want to promote my mission blog as much as possible.  Not so people will read it and go "Oh look what Kanani is up to" but I hope to inspire people to come unto Christ.  I want people to read it and feel the love of God. I already sound missionaryish huh? =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's to a new year full of adventures waiting to happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-3526803221068149664?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3526803221068149664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=3526803221068149664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/3526803221068149664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/3526803221068149664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/missionary-love.html' title='Missionary Love'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-5854182769926576800</id><published>2011-12-28T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T02:36:31.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was so special about our victim that someone wanted to erase his identity? Don't say spy.</title><content type='html'>A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five.&lt;br /&gt;Groucho Marx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as a head's up, I'm working on setting up a mission blog that is apart from this one.  I'll explain more when I launch it but know that it is, in fact, in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have really bad luck.  Sometimes it's a couple of days, or months, sometimes it's only with certain things.  Take, for instance, cameras.  I have had 3 in the last 8 months.  4 in the last 4 years.  I know, right?  It's like I purposely take them, chuck them at the ground, and then look for another one.  Well let me explain to you how they have taken that last plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first camera served me well. It was silver.  I got it for Christmas my junior year of high school, I'm pretty sure my friends hated this gift as I took pictures of &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;.  It even served me well when I took my trip to Jerusalem, that is until someone stepped on it.  Now, it's my own fault.  I shouldn't have left my bag where my camera was on the floor when we were learning Dahbka.  But I thought it would be safe and out of harms way.  Little did I realize how big the circle was going to get.  Luckily it was on the last few days that the camera broke.  When I got back to the states I went to get it fixed.  I was then told that to replace the inner screen that had cracked would be more expensive than just buying a new camera.  &lt;br /&gt;This is how I got my second camera.  I also got it for Christmas.  My nice blue camera served me for almost three good years.  It saw a lot of fun and a lot of my college life.  Then as I was packing my room to move home from college I was the one to step on it and break the inner screen.  "Aw crap," was my thought.  &lt;br /&gt;This was how I got my third camera.  My nice pink one.  It lasted for 5 months.  It wasn't stepped on this time however, I dropped it.  It wasn't a hard drop either.  I was up at Bridal Veil falls with Georgia Boy, Kwistin, Mal, and their boy/date.  The trip had been going great, lots of pictures, laughing, lots of running around barefoot.  You know, the usual.  I had placed my camera in the front pocket of my hoodie thinking it would be safe there.  After all I had just climbed through the pool at the bottom of the falls several times and not dropped it.  I did a small happy dance, or some sort of dance, and what happened?  The frackin thing fell out of my pocket.  This time however the inner screen didn't crack, yay!  Bad news is the focusing part of the lens had gone crazy.  It wouldn't focus and the camera would shut off after a few minutes of scary sounds.  Mum and I took it to a camera place in October, I was desperately hoping that it would be cheap to fix, and found out that a new camera would be cheaper.  Seriously people? Why can't you just make replaceable parts for these things?&lt;br /&gt;This is how I got my fourth camera. It's nice and black and all shiny.  I am going to guard it with my life.  It's going to go with me on my mission and it's going to come back in one, not broken, piece.  And Mum bought a 2 year warranty for it.  If it breaks in anyway it will be replaced.  Mwhahahaha.  Still guarding it with my life though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz.  Christmas was great!  I didn't get a lot of presents but I'm totally okay with that.  I would rather the money go to my mission than anything right now.  Though my wonderful sister Lani did give me one of the coolest things ever.  She made me some Felix Felicis.  It's so awesome.  She put it in a tiny potions bottle on a necklace and everything.  I'm thinking about taking it on my mission but I don't know if that would count as sacrilegious or not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope you had a Merry little Christmas yourself and happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you don't know what Felix Felicis is, go read a small book series called Harry Potter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-5854182769926576800?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5854182769926576800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=5854182769926576800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5854182769926576800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5854182769926576800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-was-so-special-about-our-victim.html' title='What was so special about our victim that someone wanted to erase his identity? Don&apos;t say spy.'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-5795650881911235952</id><published>2011-12-22T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T21:42:30.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, it's a wonderful device nonetheless, despite the poorly written instruction manual.</title><content type='html'>"Expect great things from God. Attempt great things for God."  - William Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've hinted, I've almost spilt, and I'm going to admit it now.  I am going on a mission.  I am serving a full time mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Boston, Massachusetts.  First off: YYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!  I am so excited!!  I can't help but sing "I'm going to Boston! I'm going to Boston!" over and over again.  THe best part is that Martha's Vineyard and Hartford, Connecticut are in my mission!  Both are very important to the history of the deaf community in the US.  I might be going English speaking but I'm hoping to use my ASL skills in the mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all:  Who the freak names their state something so hard to say let alone spell?  Oh well, I'm still suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuppppppppppppppppppppppeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr excited.   You can't tell can you?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,   gotta blaze!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-5795650881911235952?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5795650881911235952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=5795650881911235952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5795650881911235952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5795650881911235952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/well-its-wonderful-device-nonetheless.html' title='Well, it&apos;s a wonderful device nonetheless, despite the poorly written instruction manual.'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-3665334680063852500</id><published>2011-12-15T13:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T13:06:53.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, the pitter-patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots...</title><content type='html'>All change is not growth, as all movement is not forward.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Glasgow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is to go along with the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BTPjti4NtaE/TupQmykrZjI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/hHCLUxo9EKk/s1600/n503378414_1228183_2981.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BTPjti4NtaE/TupQmykrZjI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/hHCLUxo9EKk/s200/n503378414_1228183_2981.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOv8oNHpH04/TupPy5mj0UI/AAAAAAAAAVs/w4VUCLBbyTk/s1600/n589680615_2493036_1835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOv8oNHpH04/TupPy5mj0UI/AAAAAAAAAVs/w4VUCLBbyTk/s200/n589680615_2493036_1835.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJoKrQEY49U/TupQmxSWodI/AAAAAAAAAXE/c3nBu4cijYw/s1600/15835_173853448414_503378414_2873720_107045_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJoKrQEY49U/TupQmxSWodI/AAAAAAAAAXE/c3nBu4cijYw/s200/15835_173853448414_503378414_2873720_107045_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Halloween 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WVgufYh-tQ/TupPzdGNhwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/q2WYaesOOC8/s1600/36435_410977288414_503378414_4489365_3880240_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WVgufYh-tQ/TupPzdGNhwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/q2WYaesOOC8/s200/36435_410977288414_503378414_4489365_3880240_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;June 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g7WfsOrb6UY/TupQNBu602I/AAAAAAAAAWU/iAtPoDZRi_Q/s1600/155692_480851793414_503378414_5860217_1826375_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; 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margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vfXk7c0ammQ/TupRwv_ph3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/T1sn0KEPazA/s200/307103_540129270349_89800391_31161052_1004906238_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;October 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the difference, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You can click on the pictures to make them bigger, just in case you didn't know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-3665334680063852500?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3665334680063852500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=3665334680063852500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/3665334680063852500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/3665334680063852500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/ah-pitter-patter-of-tiny-feet-in-huge.html' title='Ah, the pitter-patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots...'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BTPjti4NtaE/TupQmykrZjI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/hHCLUxo9EKk/s72-c/n503378414_1228183_2981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-7697468648757808893</id><published>2011-12-15T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T12:25:53.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know me, son, so let me explain this to you once: If I ever kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed.</title><content type='html'>"I wish you would never forget" - Kate Nash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is going to be another dump of thoughts.  I know I probably over load all y'all when I do this but sometimes that's how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the serious stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently sitting in the, almost year old, MC on campus, over looking the newly opened, almost finished Smith quad.  I know I'm going to miss this place.  No matter how many times I have cursed the 'Burg, for varying reasons of course, it's become my home. I think I have changed almost as much as campus has the four years I've been here. I walk for my associates tomorrow. I know I'll be back for my Bachelor's (I'm almost done with it anyway) but I still can't help feel a certain sadness. From where I sit I can see the path that I walked for 9 months to my dorm and to class.  The parking lot where so many adventures happened, the gate to my dorm.  The path that I still walk to get to my apartment.  The doors of the Smith where I waited for Georgia Boy almost every MWF Winter semester because we had class at the same time.  The very, very different looking path that Han, Seabass, Gecko, and I would take to go play volleyball.  Even looking at the MC eating area, I might not have a lot of memories on this floor but it's where I pass through to try to keep warm from the freezing weather.  Where I met with so many friends to go do other things.  I can see the top of the Spori building where I go when I'm all but ready to scream my lungs out from the frustrations because the student art relaxes me. (yes I'm weird, but if you haven't gotten that yet that's your own fault).  &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss this place so much, even though most days the only thing I want is out.  I have so many people I care about up here.  From those I know because of working in the HR office, to friends I've made, to anyone else.  This has been my life for 4 years.  This has been my refiner's fire, taking a very immature, tortured (not as bad as most but still), confused, selfish, scared, bottle up all those feelings 18 year old and changing her into a still slightly immature, less confused, a little more selfless, brave, communicating, a little less haunted, vibrant, confident, stronger in the gospel of Jesus Christ 21 year old.  I know I'm about to step into an even greater refiner's fire, but that is for the future me.  The past me, the NOW me, is just that, me.  I'm happy with who I am now.  I still have a lot of room for improvement but I don't hate myself anymore.  I don't feel like I have to be perfect for people to like me.  It's okay to show imperfection, because those that are bothered by it don't see the real you.  And why would you want to be around people like that?&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.  I think I've finally applied the greatest lesson this university has been trying to teach me from day one.  When you become active in the gospel you are happy.  When you understand and apply the Atonement, in all of it's umph, you have the greatest capacity for joy.  I'm to that point.  This semester has had it's up and downs but I do believe over all it has been my happiest.  Especially the past two weeks.  Why?  I've ready my scriptures almost every day, I've studied Preach My Gospel with Allie Cat almost every Sunday.  I've been active in my calling as RS teacher.  I have prayed with real intent every night.  I've kept a gratitude journal.  Basically I've allowed the light of Christ into my life.  And what a light that is.  I am proud to say that I am a Latter-day Saint, Mormon, one of them crazy people, which ever you know us by.  I am a proud member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.&lt;br /&gt;That is the greatest thing I have learned in all of my university studies. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-7697468648757808893?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7697468648757808893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=7697468648757808893' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7697468648757808893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7697468648757808893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-dont-know-me-son-so-let-me-explain.html' title='You don&apos;t know me, son, so let me explain this to you once: If I ever kill you, you&apos;ll be awake, you&apos;ll be facing me, and you&apos;ll be armed.'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-4139766444938834086</id><published>2011-11-21T00:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T01:32:33.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's your Mom? She's going to kill me, then you, and then me again.</title><content type='html'>"So maybe I'll sit back and just enjoy all this for now.  Watch it all play out, see if you reallly stick around" - P!nk&lt;br&gt;Okay, just as a head's up: This post is going to contain a lot of topics.  I know if I do only one in a post the others will never be gotten to, so thus this massive one post.  Maybe I'll break it up later...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So first the juicy stuff.  My date(s)? with Han.  We went to Applebee's here in town.  He suggested it even.  It was actually kinda sweet.  Though it's funny that I know this town better than he does.  We drove all around town because he took a wrong turn out of my parking lot, it made me laugh.  We talked most of dinner, though the game between BYU and Idaho was distracting.  BYU blew them out of the water by the way.  It was interesting listening to Han talk about Idaho University or state, whatever it was, and his mission, and his plans for the future. &lt;br&gt; After dinner we came back to my apartment and watched most of Megamind.  And happily enough the guy that Megamind pretends to be didn't bug me at all this time. Small bit of history here is needed:  Last I watched the movie Barty or whatever his name was reminded me so much of B.M.  Not personality or anything just how he looked.  It made it really hard to enjoy the movie.  This time it only crossed my mind because I was worried about it.  But there was no correlation this time yay!  &lt;br&gt;Oh it was really funny cause both of us were freezing in one way or another after dinner so when we got to the apartment I suggested snuggling into blankets.  Han's face was full of surprise and I think a tich worried, that melted into relief and something else as I brought down 2 blankets and proceeded to hand him one and I snuggled into the other.  Only after I had I realized what he must have thought... oh dear, I need to be more careful.&lt;br&gt;Anyway, for a while I have seen on BYU-I's website that there was going to be a "for fun" chess tournament on campus.  So the day of I texted Han and asked if he wanted to go, remembering he loved it before his mission.  He said yes and so after an exciting trip to the store we went.  Once the tournament began he beat me in four moves.  I was trying to hard to see future moves that I totally spaced the present.  So much for me learning to be better at chess lol.  I played a few other people for fun and even beat someone!  He almost beat me too.  If Han hadn't made a comment I would have missed the check mate and the guy would have check mated me. &lt;br&gt; Oh the weirdest part of the night?  I met my cousin's mission trainer.  So dear cousin Jace I know what kinda kid you hung out with for 6 weeks.  And I'm sorry I never wrote you while you were on your mission...I'm horrible at that kinda stuff, just ask Han.  &lt;br&gt;Anyway after that we went back to my apartment, finished watching Megamind and then started to watch my new favorite thing right now, Once Upon a Time!!&lt;br&gt;And then he went home.  Poor kid, I still have no romantic inclinations towards him at all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;{Transition to next part of Blog}&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I haven't done a "review of shows" since I was a freshman in college.  I think it's time to do one again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let's start of with the fan favorite shall we?&lt;br&gt;Castle!:&lt;br&gt;"A mystery writer follows a police officer because he claims she is his new muse."  Oh how this show has grown past that simple statement!  I was in love with this show the first season, and that love has only grown!  The chemistry of the cast is awesome and has built over time. The characters themselves have become dynamic, the only one I can think that would be slightly static would be Alexis or Martha but even then they have grown.  Once again I have to say that if Nathan Fillion was ten years younger and LDS I would marry him.  I love this show so much.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Charlie's Angels:&lt;br&gt;I liked this show.  I was highly disappointed that it was cancelled after 4 episodes.  Yes, it wasn't the best acting or plot but it kept with the original show's vibes, it was clean, and it was working on getting depth.  I really liked the actors....grrr.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Unforgettable:&lt;br&gt;Some people will argue that this is just another detective show that has a "super power" associated with it.  That might be true but it's good!  The cast has surprising good chemistry and I love Poppy Montgomery as an actress.  Plus it's interesting to see how someone could use something that could be perceived as a horrible burden to help others.  Oh, the main character can't forget anything.  She remembers everything except what happened the day her older sister was killed when they were kids. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;2 Broke Girls:&lt;br&gt;This show had me laughing out loud really hard every episode. The main character Max, I could see me being her if I wasn't LDS.  However it was not the cleanest and I decided in light of recent choices I should clean up what I watch.  It made my heart hurt a little when I decided not to continue watching it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;New Girl:&lt;br&gt;Basically the same as 2 Broke Girls.  Though not so much with the heart hurt.  Plus it was painful to try to watch Zooey Deschanel act awkward.  It was also very, very predictable. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Grimm:&lt;br&gt;It's a show about how fairy tales like Little Red Riding Hood, the Three Little Pigs etc. are warnings for what's really out there.  There are werewolves and other nasty creatures out there hiding among us, and then there are those that can see these bad dudes.  Those people have the blood of the "Grimms" and that's what they're called too.  I didn't particularly like the first two episodes so I stopped watching.  It seemed like it was trying to be "edgy" and doing a horrible job of it.  Plus the main actor really didn't catch my attention.  And his character seemed really, really stupid.  Dude, Buffy was like, 6 years younger than you and she picked up on the supernatural thing a whole lot faster than you.  And was ten times smarter about it too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which leads me to the better of the two shows dealing with fairy tales:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once Upon a Time!:&lt;br&gt;Oh my goodness.  I was really worried with this one.  It looked epic in the commercials but we all know how deceiving those can be.  Also some of the writers of Lost are working on this one.  So there is still room to cringe, but so far I.LOVE.IT.  Seriously.  The character development is awesome!  I guess I should explain the show huh?&lt;br&gt;Well, all is awesome in the world of fairy taledom, then the evil queen enacts this curse sending everyone into our world where there are no happy endings.  Thus giving her her happy ending though she can't remember it.  Prince Charming and Snow White had a baby and were able to protect her from the curse by sending her to our world first.  Fast forward 28 years.  The baby, Emma, is now 28 and is dragged to StoryBrooke, Maine by the son she gave up when she was 18.  He is convinced the whole town is under a curse and that Emma is the only one who can break it. &lt;br&gt; She doesn't believe it of course, since the town seems perfectly normal and no one remembers being a fairy tale.  Part of the fun of the show is trying to decide if it's all in Henry's, the kid's, head or if the curse is really real.  Though you get flashbacks to the fairy kingdom all of the episodes.  I just love this show.  Plus the evil queen is a really good "I just want to freakin smack you in the head or lock you in a dark prison" personality.  She plays her part so well.  I could go on and on... Just go watch it on Hulu already okay?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Insert awkward transition here}&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm going to be depressed this week. I already know it and today proved that.  Wanna know why?  Look at where I was last year at this exact same time.  Give up?  I was going to Georgia with Georgia Boy.  I was meeting his family, feeling like we were on a honeymoon.  I was becoming part of his wonderful family.  Where am I this year?  In the Burg til Tuesday, then with my own wonderful family for Thanksgiving, planning to change the whole course of my life in the coming year. It's funny how life can change so freakin much in a year.  &lt;br&gt;I don't even know how to act towards that boy anymore.  It just gets harder and harder each time I see him.  Is he a big brother or someone who only says hi when we are face to face at Gaxor's?  If that's the case why does he come talk to me at work every Wednesday?  I hate boys.  They are to much trouble to worry about.  Okay, I won't worry about them for the next three years.  Deal self.  Yeah, like that's going to happen. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Anyway if you stuck here till the end of this post, good for you!  You just experienced another random thought hop of me.  You deserve chocolate or something.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-4139766444938834086?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4139766444938834086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=4139766444938834086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4139766444938834086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4139766444938834086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/wheres-your-mom-shes-going-to-kill-me.html' title='Where&apos;s your Mom? She&apos;s going to kill me, then you, and then me again.'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-5828060833265266214</id><published>2011-11-12T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:49:25.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They popped out of the snow.  Like daisies!!</title><content type='html'>Seriously people, daisies!  I don't think Mushu realized how true those words would ring out.  I was happily, okay let us be real here people I was devastated to be, single.  Then these boys just started popping up out of nowhere.&lt;br&gt;Let me start the list with the boy that I know for certain is interested.&lt;br&gt;He shall be nicknamed......Godfrey.  Long story, don't ask.  Okay, this Godfrey kid I met through Georgia Boy last summer.  He was one of the friends that went up to Georgia Boy after we had hung out and basically said "If you screw it over with her can I be next?"  Yay for self-confidence boost!  Or atleast that's what I thought last summer when Georgia Boy told me that about the guys, now not so much.&lt;br&gt;Back in September, around school starting, Godfrey posted on my fb wall and asked how I was doing.  I had, as previously stated, split from Georgia Boy and Godfrey had just had his very pushy fiance call off the wedding.  We messaged back and forth for a little bit and he, in a very cute way, asked for my phone number.  I skirted the subject and the conversation kinda died off.  Then it came out that I'm graduating with my associates this semester, YAY!!!, and I got a very interesting e-mail from dear, poor Godfrey.&lt;br&gt;Basically it was a confession of his feelings towards me.  We've been e-mailing back and forth since.  However I have been straight forward with him that I do not plan on being back up in the Burg in January when he is here.  He however has already several dates planned.  Hope springs eternal right?  Oh, did I mention I have no idea how I feel about this whole thing, let alone him? &lt;br&gt;Now to the boys I'm not so sure about....&lt;br&gt;Han's back from his mission! Quick recap, Han was my FHE brother freshman year, I had a crush on him, he had a crush on me.  I decided it could never work.&lt;br&gt;Anyway, he's back on campus and we've hung out a lot since October 27th.  I have no idea how I feel about it either.  He compliments me all the time, I don't know what it means!  I mean like today for example.  He came in to the HR office to talk about employment, it's what I do right?  So, I had made treats for the office cause of... well that's another topic.  So Patricio walk past and was complimenting my hide-a-rolls.  And Han whips out this crazy compliment!  Something along the lines of "Anything Kanani cooks is good.  Doesn't matter if it's box Mac and Cheese or rice from a box.  It's good."  He says stuff like that all the time and I don't know what to do!!!!  Plus I'm pretty sure we're going on a date tonight.  I mean, he's taking me to dinner to repay me for the one that I made for him a few nights ago because I really didn't feel like going out to dinner with him that night.  But he asked in such a way that I think it's a date.  Or maybe he's just being a guy that just got off his mission so he's still acting like a missionary  I.JUST.DON'T.KNOW!&lt;br&gt;And then there's this kid in my CIT class that got my phone number a few weeks ago so we could work on homework together.  Who does that?  And we have worked on homework together.  Thursday when we couldn't figure out the frackin homework we went and watched a movie at his FHE sisters' house.  I don't know if he felt bad that he was leaving so he asked me to join him, or if he really wanted me to go.&lt;br&gt;Oh and don't even get me started with Georgia Boy's best friend/roommate, or with this one kid that I see all the time on campus now that used to be my FHE brother the winter semester I started dating B.M.&lt;br&gt;  Total freakin confusion.  Total daisy popping freakin confusion.   Not to mention I still know I love Georgia Boy, and I'm pretty sure he still has feelings too.  Does anyone have a crystal ball I could borrow?  Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-5828060833265266214?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5828060833265266214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=5828060833265266214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5828060833265266214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5828060833265266214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/they-popped-out-of-snow-like-daisies.html' title='They popped out of the snow.  Like daisies!!'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8866306217286777119</id><published>2011-10-19T13:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T13:18:13.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is What Weekends are For!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival. C. S. Lewis &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of my wonderful friends had a birthday this past week and was having a party on Friday to celebrate.  I had wanted to go down to homecity to attend but didn't have a ride.  Then the stars alined and a ride appeared!!  It was amazing, this ride was leaving after 5 on Friday.  That never happens!  This is one of those little miracles that happen in life because I work until 5 every day.  Obviously Heavenly Father knew I needed to get out of the Burg and visit my awesome friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After much horrible construction traffic in homestate I made it to my house.  I dropped off Mum, she had picked me up where my ride dropped me off, and closely following the speed limit I made it to the last 5 minutes of Writer's party.  It was actually almost perfect.  She was standing at her club house's glass door saying goodbye to some people and I popped into the light.  The look on her face was wonderful!!  Then Mal and Kwistin saw me.  Their reactions were pretty good too.  It was much needed love all around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After chatting and taking pictures for a little bit, I took Kwistin home.  Don’t give me that funny look!  We did go home, we just took a side trip to see her boy.  As we were driving across town we got to talk and catch up.  It was great.  When we got to Trainer’s apartment Kwistin called him and had him come out onto his balcony.  I have always wanted to do this with someone!  Of course I always imagined it was me getting called by a boy but this is close enough!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trainer then came down and we spent a good hour just talking.  It was awesome.  I kind of miss random adventures with friends late at night.  Heck, I miss random adventures with friends.  But that is what this semester has been about, rebuilding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Driving back across town Kwistin and I filled the car with laughs and jokes.  Just filling each other in on what has happened since we said goodbye in September.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The next day I went to Farmington with Writer to help her out with a book signing/charity carnival.  After that was done we met up with Trainer and his little brother at the Gateway to support Kwistin.  She was painting on Tom’s shoes that afternoon as an event put on by Tom’s.  Did I mention she’s an amazing artist?  After Kwistin was done painting we went to Chili’s and had even more of a blast, even though all of us were super tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we got back home Trainer and Kwistin came over to my house to chill just a little bit longer, though I’m sure all of us were falling asleep on my porch&lt;/P&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next morning I went over to my wonderful sister’s house to have breakfast.  I love visiting with her and my cute little nieces.  Favorite and Jedi are getting so huge!  Sometimes I can’t believe that so much time has past since they were born.  I love hanging out with them.  I was truly sad when I had to leave so I could make it to church...which I ended up being late for since I got the time wrong anyway. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;p&gt;After church Mum and Da drove me back to IKEA so I could meet my ride.  I love talking with my parents.  I just plain love them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The ride back up was lots of fun.  The girls I rode with are energetic and crazy, the kind of people I love hanging out with back home. You know who you are =}.  Not only that but there was a rain/lighting storm passing over us between Malad and the Burg.  We got some awesome lightning strikes in the distance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we got back to the Burg I dropped my stuff off at my apartment, ate something and then headed to stadium singing.  I love stadium singing.  I have gone every week this semester and it has been a huge blessing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; All in all this weekend was amazing.  And it was one that I really, really needed.  Not to get out of the Burg but to know that I really do have true friends down in homecity that care about me and miss me when I’m gone.  It’s a wonderful feeling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Well gotta blaze!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8866306217286777119?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8866306217286777119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8866306217286777119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8866306217286777119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8866306217286777119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-what-weekends-are-for.html' title='This is What Weekends are For!'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-6522399101965065571</id><published>2011-10-13T21:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T13:08:21.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parachute</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; "Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you." -Frank Lloyd Wright &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As stated in previous posts, I love music.  I love finding bands that know the words that are in my heart that I can't say.  Way back when I went to the Secondhand Serenade concert a band called Parachute opened for them.  I forgot about them until this summer when I recently decided I needed to revamp my music tastes.  I was leaning way to much towards My Chemical Romance, Three Days Grace, Sick Puppies, and the like.  I have been hopping between Barlow Girl and SuperChick, which are both Christian rock bands I'm pretty sure.  Then today I remembered that Parachute came out with a new single during the Summer and a DJ that I like said she really wished more bands would play the upbeat music Parachute does.  "Well I'm looking for upbeat music" I thought to myself, so I checked them out again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I am so glad I did!  I've been listening to them all day today.  They make my soul happy.  So far I haven't found one song that leaves me with a dark feeling.  It's great!   Why can't more bands be this good and make you feel this good?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Anyways this might not be the last of the random posts I do.  I have a lot of things rolling around in the old noggin right now.  You would be surprised how much boy drama can be found when one is not looking for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, enjoy the music!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wFxFtcEXlM4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MO6JMdz5LCw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-6522399101965065571?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6522399101965065571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=6522399101965065571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/6522399101965065571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/6522399101965065571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/study-nature-love-nature-stay-close-to.html' title='Parachute'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wFxFtcEXlM4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8139330786017875174</id><published>2011-10-11T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T20:46:27.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I belong to the</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Church Of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints!"  I bet if you know that song you sang it in your head =}  Last week was General Conference and I loved it!  This was one of the best conferences that I remember.  I got a lot of of answers to a question that I've had for the past few months.  I am truly grateful to be part of this Church and having the knowledge that God speaks to us in this day and age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was slightly disappointed that I wasn't able to go to Llama's house to watch it but it turned out to be a better option that I stayed in the Burg.  I got to hang out with Gaxor and Anarion almost all of the weekend.  I even helped Gaxor build an Xbox.  Well kinda.  Georgia Boy's Xbox was literally fried on the inside.  Like the motherboard was burned and a fuse or two was blown out.   We tried to compile the parts from that and another Xbox but it was futile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway back to General Conference.  I absolutely loved it.  I was able to really get into the spirit of learning and not only that but they announced a second temple in Provo!!!!  This is the first time there has been two temples in one city.  But since the current Provo temple is so overwhelmed with patrons they are building a new one!  Not only that they are using the shell of the burned tabernacle!  I am sad that it won't continue to be the tabernacle.  I have so many memories of sitting on the balcony, front row, almost perpendicular to the speakers, listing to them.  More likely goofing off or just plain not paying attention, but who can blame me?  I was 17 or under...Okay so I payed attention after I was like 12, but you get the idea.  Cherished memories, but I'm excited to make new ones in the temple!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lame sauce, the picture of the design of the temple won't load.  I'll try again later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well that's pretty much it!  God loves us and the church is true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8139330786017875174?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8139330786017875174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8139330786017875174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8139330786017875174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8139330786017875174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-belong-to.html' title='&quot;I belong to the'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-1811663045577156288</id><published>2011-09-03T21:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:52:28.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loud music and freeways go together</title><content type='html'>All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on. Henry Ellis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, I dragged it out last time so I'm not going to again. Georgia Boy and I are no longer.  We talked it over and both felt it wasn't right.  (I'm still trying to convince myself that it's okay though)  Sometimes it really sucks to belong to a church that believes in personal revelation.  "Because God said so" is one of the easiest and hardest things to swallow sometimes.  We will try the friend route again but I doubt we'll get back together, unless the whole reason we broke up is to get me on a mission. Don't even talk to me about that right now.  Or ever.  I really don't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;I drove him to meet his sister so he could live with her for the rest of the break.  We had a few laughs on the way up, and some good points were brought up.  I think my favorite part was when he asked if I was going to be okay.  I responded I would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"You know what fine means don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Freaked out, insecure, neurotic, and emotional."  Huge grin&lt;br /&gt;"Man, I'm going to miss that."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And then we proceeded to chuck shoes at each other when transfering from my car to his sister.  I don't think there is bitterness there, and if there is it's because we are frustrated things aren't as we wish they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;On the way back I plugged my ipod in and blasted some MCR i recently re added to it.  Like windows down, feel that base, and sing at the top of your lungs kind of loud.  I love driving on the freeway because nobody cares that you are doing that.  As I got closer to home I changed to Sara Bareilles.  That probably wasn't the best since it put me in a mood to cry again, and I was headed towards a huge celebration.  Where I broke down at least 5 times, I might add.  But only because I was trying to tell people I cared about what happened.  What can I say?  I'm a cryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The saddest part, besides the actual break up, was that I realized the only friends I have in Rexburg are his friends.  But that's what you get when you have an over possessive roommate for a "best" friend.  Oh I haven't told you guys my revelation and struggle of the summer have I?  Oops.  the reason I realized this is because we were talking about LAN and game nights. If I still wanted to go or if he would be okay with it.  The best part of that conversation was when we joked about joint custody of the friends if it got to hard to see each other.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good year and few months.  I would only want to take back some of the moments and make them better.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well gotta blaze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-1811663045577156288?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1811663045577156288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=1811663045577156288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1811663045577156288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1811663045577156288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/loud-music-and-freeways-go-together.html' title='Loud music and freeways go together'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-6488582781648623615</id><published>2011-07-16T07:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T08:37:50.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There ain't no other step than one foot right in front of the other</title><content type='html'>"Begin at once to live, and count each separate day as a separate life." -Seneca &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry this is not a post about Harry Potter 7.2.  I'll let people actually see it before I review and tell the story of the day.  Which thanks to Kwistin was a wonderful day and a great distractions from Hospitals.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized a few days ago that I am horrible at follow up blogs.  I'll write down a goal and never actually tell you how it's going, or went.  So that's what this post is about, my &lt;a href="http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/summer.html"&gt;summer goals.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal number 1: Become more decisive.    I think this goal is going well, but I'm not so sure... ha ha I'm funny.  Basically I had forgotten about this one.  But the more I talk with Georgia Boy the more I'm deciding stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal number 2: Become more religious.  *cough, cough* Um... well it started off well.  I was happily reading the book "Strengthening Our Families: An in-depth Look at the Proclamation on the Family" in April, then May happened.  I begrudgingly kept reading then kinda petered out in June.  However I started reading it again at the end of June, then changed my routine so now it's my Sunday reading.  Instead I'm reading the Book of Mormon every night.  It's my goal to finish by the start of school, so September 12th.  So far I am on 2 Nephi (don't think I zoomed through 1 Nephi, that was my reading during the Sacrament for the past three months.)  I figure if I'm really ambitious and can keep to a break neck speed I can finish by the 20th of August.  However, I know that won't happen so I'm trying to read at least two chapters a night.  I'm actually loving it.  I don't know if it's because I'm older since the last time I actually decided to study the Boom of Mormon by myself, or that I have been reading more difficult stuff lately but I have been getting so much out of the chapters.  It's great.  &lt;br /&gt;Also I was called as Sunday school teacher!  I've been wanting this calling since I was a freshman!  I was super excited to teach the New Testament because I've been there.  However, the Lord is keeping me humble teaching Preach My Gospel.  My first lesson was okay.  Not how I wanted it to go but it'll get better, I hope.  &lt;br /&gt;Nightly prayers have become more sincere, morning prayers are still struggling to get said.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal number 3: Have a more  consistent schedule.  *cough, cough, hack, hack, cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal number 4: Gain weight.  I actually have no idea how this is going.  I forgot to weigh myself at the beginning of the summer and I don't even know were the scale is now that we moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal number 5: Eat breakfast without feeling sick.  Actually this goal has worked... or at least when I was eating breakfast.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal number 6: No water works.  Well the month of April and May there were plenty of tears.  An impending break up and then it actually happening were at fault.  Don't worry, we got back together (best birthday present ever).  I should probably explain why I set this goal a little so the next part makes a little more sense.  I have somehow gotten it into my head that it's not okay for me to cry.  It's totally legit for everyone else to, just not me.  I don't know if it was all the tough women warrior books I read since I was little but that was the idea in my head, and I hated to cry. Literally.  i would beat myself up mentally every time for showing "weakness."  There's the reason and here's the next part.&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago in Relief Society we were talking about how great righteous women are.  The teacher had someone read a quote about different gifts that we don't usually think of as gifts.  One of them was the gift of weeping, or crying I forget the exact wording.  Then we had a discussion that without accepting your current gifts you can't strengthen them and become stronger altogether.  This really hit home so I have spent the past few weeks accepting this part of myself.  The funny thing is that now that I have started to it's a lot easier not to cry.  I still have situations where I want to but it's a lot easier not to turn into a blithering idiot.  Go figure ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal number 7: Find joy in the internship.  I was doing so well, and then I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.  Not doing so well now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal number 8: Get a tan.  Yay!  This one is going great!  In May I helped out with a yard sale and got toasted.  That mostly turned into a nice tan, with some sad tan lines yes but still.  Wearing shorts all the time is also helping the legs.  Time in Moab also helped ( I still need to write about that...). It's funny, the more I wear shorts the less I care about what people think of my white/sometimes not perfectly shaved legs.  Yay for self-esteem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal number 9: Yard work.  This did pick up alot when I got my ipod back.  However moving scared my motivation away.  However since Georgia Boy is going to come down for a good long while to help with yard work, I'll probably find motivation again. =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal number 10: clusters.  I'm defaulting to CIT and automotive tech.   I'm signed up for both beginning classes in the Fall.  We'll see if I'm as good at programing as I hope I will be, and as interested in mechanics as I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal number 11: Resurrection of social life.  This one is going quite well too.  Home evening with the ward every Monday.  Going to a pool party at least once a week.  Sunday night gospel study sessions.  Movie nights are picking up, seriously. Mal and I are actually starting to have social standing and influence.  Random outings with friends.  Talking to more than just high school friends/acquaintances at church.  Rooftop concerts every 1st Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;A side  effect of this, or a precursor...I'm not sure, is that I'm trusting people with more...me I guess.  &lt;br /&gt;Think about it.  What kind of relationship do I have with you (if you know me from real life)?  Mostly you come talk to me about your problems or to vent or something like that right?  I'm the friend with advice, a shoulder to cry on, with a big hug, and huge smile. Sounds about right huh?  Now think about me.  What are my favorite colors?  Favorite genre of books?  When's my birthday?   All the surface stuff that's easy to know right?  (Emerald green and ice blue, fantasy/sci-fi, and think about it.  Just incase you didn't know)&lt;br /&gt;Now think about these questions:  Do you know how much I worry?  How much I'm afraid of marriage? How much I just want to be liked by those around me? How much of a geek and book nerd I really am? Did you know that Georgia Boy and I broke up? Did I tell you my da has cancer and how much that scares me?  What are some of my deepest fears?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know the answers?  You're just like everyone else, mostly. However, I'm starting to let myself out. No longer am I looking at certain people and saying "Wow, you're amazing.  I have to be perfect to be your friend.  Show no weakness, Kanani.  No one really wants to hear it anyway."   Now it's more of a "Yes, that person is amazing, but so are you.  They care about you, it's okay to show not everything is awesome."  &lt;br /&gt;It's been hard to let people in.  Especially with past experiences.  I still down play a lot of stuff like it's nothing, even though I'm freaking out inside.  But it's a process right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  That's the update of the summer goals.  Mostly this was written because my body woke me up at 5:30 this morning and laughed maniacally when it wouldn't let me go back to sleep.  Partly because I want to be better at follow ups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta blaze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-6488582781648623615?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6488582781648623615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=6488582781648623615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/6488582781648623615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/6488582781648623615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/there-aint-no-other-step-than-one-foot.html' title='There ain&apos;t no other step than one foot right in front of the other'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8432958172624878676</id><published>2011-06-28T00:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T00:44:47.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I went barefoot and liked it</title><content type='html'>"By reading the scriptures I am so renewed that all nature seems renewed around me and with me. The sky seems to be a pure, a cooler blue, the trees a deeper green. The whole world is charged with the glory of God and I feel fire and music under my feet. "&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Merton &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that when I'm barefooted I'm at my happiest.  Now it might be the situations I am in and not the actual bare feet  that cause the happiness, but they happen around the same time.  Take tonight for example.  My ward had Home Evening up the canyon in a wonderful park.  I did take my sandals, I just left them in the car.  I had fun exploring the different paths in the trees, stepping over rocks, on tree trunks, on the soil.  I was very proud of how tough my feet have gotten.  i only winced once or twice while walking around.  I had fun climbing a tree and feeling the bark, of standing on the cement around the bonfire and feel as it heated up from said fire.  &lt;br /&gt;I guess this is something I've noticed lately.  I like to be able to feel things like this.  The not so subtle change of hot cement or dry grass that is in the direct sunlight to the cool, still slightly wet cement/grass in the shade.  I like the textures of differently poured cement in each of the squares along the sidewalk.  Or the feel of the blades of grass tickling the arches of my feet.  &lt;br /&gt;The burning of the hot asphalt I can do without but everything else I pretty much enjoy feeling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I have mentioned before I have gone to Kwistin's a couple of Sundays to have scripture study.  Almost all of them I have gone barefoot as her house is only a few blocks from mine.  One time she asked if I wanted a ride home because it was dark, I politely declined and someone else chimed in "But you're barefoot!"  "That's the point!"  I quickly replied.  Shoes are too constricting.  I have been wearing either flip flops or nothing since April.  It made me really uncomfortable to wear tennis shoes when hiking down in Moab last weekend (I will do a post on that I promise!).  Of course that only lasted a few hours but still, shoes are so hot and stuffy.  Blech, that's what I have to say to them.  I think I surprised some of that group that went to Moab as we were walking around rocks and a cliff like area because I was running around barefoot.  What?  I would rather have sure footing and a good grip with my bare feet that slip and fall to my death because I was wearing flip-flops.  &lt;br /&gt;I was playing with my 4 year old niece when my sister and brother-in-law stopped by to pick up a computer from my grandma when she asked what I was wearing on my feet. &lt;br /&gt;"I'm wearing bare feet, Favorite!" (yes, that is my personal nick-name for her)&lt;br /&gt;"Oh!"&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later I heard her say this to one of her parents:&lt;br /&gt;"Can I wear my bare feet too?"   Oh, I have already started to corrupt the next generation.  My heart smiles =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's just another look into just one of the many quirks of my personality.  &lt;br /&gt;Gotta blaze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8432958172624878676?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8432958172624878676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8432958172624878676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8432958172624878676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8432958172624878676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-went-barefoot-and-liked-it.html' title='I went barefoot and liked it'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-4700969450957434332</id><published>2011-06-20T16:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:39:46.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yell Your Heart Out</title><content type='html'>"Sanity is a cozy lie."- Susan Sontag &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weekends ago my sister and I were volunteers for the UV marathon, and it was amazing.  At first I wasn't that excited, getting up at 5:30 and standing out in the sun all day on a Saturday?  No thank you.  However I am glad I said yes.  Not only for the time with my wonderful sister but because it was inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;We worked the finish line.  When we first got there, around 6 am and helped moved water jugs to tables.  Then we took boxes full of bags full of medals in smaller bags and emptied them all out.  That was a chore, over 4000 little bags to dump out.  Luckily there were other volunteers lol.&lt;br /&gt;This was not the amazing part, the amazing part was that we got to help hand out the medals. Me and my sis, waiting for those who had given it what they got to finish. &lt;br /&gt;We worked the half marathon side for a bit until they needed someone on the marathon side.  That would be me.  They had the scooter for adults coming, along with the wheelchair dude who was so much fun to talk with.  His jokes had everyone cracking up.  Also those who were paraplegic.  I got to hand them their medals.  Wow.  &lt;br /&gt;The first marathoner came over the finish at 2:17:00 or something like that.  He was amazing.  I got to hand him his medal too.  &lt;br /&gt;At first I was really shy about the whole thing.  About standing there and handing out the medals, but then I did something to get over it.  How you ask?  I started to yell at the half-marathoners behind the finish line.  See those that had finished had been gathering around the finish line to see their friends finish, or just to see others finish.  However this caused issues for those coming to the finish line.  After you run you don't really want to push through crowds to get to water, food, or the bathroom.  The admins had come through once or twice to push the crowd back but they were way busy being, well admins.  So I started to take over.  The first few times I tried the people gave me a funny look and moved one of their feet, like that would help.  I might have been to timid and that's why.  So I started to yell "IF YOU COULD MOVE BACK AND TO THE SIDES PLEASE! WE NEED A SPACE FOR THE RUNNERS TO COOL DOWN."  As I walked a good 7-10 feet while waving my arms around like a flight attendant.  It worked. People cleared the area.  After a while I even started to joke about it. "IF YOU COULD MOVE THAT WOULD BE AWESOME! I KNOW YOU'RE TIRED OF HEARING ME YELL CAUSE I'M TIRED OF YELLING!" &lt;br /&gt;That was pretty much my job besides handing out the medals.  We tried to put the medals around everyones necks but some just wanted to be handed them.  My favorite was a guy volunteer tried putting a medal around a guys neck and the guy said with a smile"Sorry I want a beautiful woman to give me a medal. Tradition."  And he came over to me! =} My other job was cheering for those coming in.  That was one of the most amazing parts, just watching people cross the line.  Some had tears in their eyes because they qualified for Boston.  One even gave a great roar of joy as he crossed because he qualified.  A woman almost had tears streaming down her face as she said "I qualified, I qualified."  It was just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Then there were those who spent everything they had to finish.  Did you know there are designated Catchers at the end of races? I didn't.  Some people give all they have for the race and then they just collapse.  We only had 6 or7 and only one fell hard.  There was this guy who looked kind of queasy as he finished and I asked if he was okay.  He said yes and as he started to fall on his butt he said "maybe not."  I told him he was amazing, encouraging him and all.  He turned and looked at me and told me that I was amazing. I laughed it off and replied that he had just run a marathon not me.  But it got me thinking.  The whole thing was put on by volunteers, without us the thing wouldn't be happening.  Maybe I was just a touch amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I helped Lani with the half-marathon for a while when there were to many people handing out marathon medals.  She was cheering for everyone that came across, not just clapping but yelling and waving her arm.  I liked that so I started to do it too.  When the marathon medal people thinned I went back and started to do what Lani was doing for the half-marathon runners.  It made the finish that much better for me.  &lt;br /&gt;I think I even made a difference for some of the runners.  When new volunteers rotated in they thought I was crazy, I was yelling my lungs out "COME ON! YOU CAN DO IT.  KEEP RUNNING, KEEP PUSHING.  GIVE IT ALL YOU GOT. !"  Was mostly what I yelled.  Plus my hands were red at this point from clapping. But then the new volunteers caught on and started to yell and through out high fives.  It's all about the energy you put into it.&lt;br /&gt;I think one of my favorite parts was after the 6:00:00 mark.  After that the runners that were coming in were the exhausted going at it in the hot sun people.  They are the ones who needed the cheerleader energy.  They trickled in with maybe 5 minutes in between.  I could see them two stop lights down and that's when I would start to yell.  Most of the crowd had gone home by then so it was me and the other volunteers.  At this point my stomach muscles were cramping and my voice wasn't at it's best but I kept cheering.  I even had to bend over sometimes to get any air so I could yell.  &lt;br /&gt;Around 6:30:00 the admin people were going to shut down the time and pack up.  I turned to them and asked could they keep it open just a little longer? i could see some runners still.  They said they would try but they were told to shut down at 6:30:00 I don't remember the real time they turned it off but it was a good while later.  &lt;br /&gt;As we cheered someone down the finishing chute of the other volunteers said "I want to go out there and run them in, can we do that?"  I turned and replied "I don't know, but lets do it!"  So she and I took off and met up with the person "Can we run with you?"  they nodded and we did.  It was amazing.  We did that for the rest of the groups I was there for.  We would run them to the finish and wait for the next people to come, then run out to meet them.  One of my favorite replies was "I'm walking it, but I would love the company."&lt;br /&gt;During the 5:00:00 hour the photographer walked past as I yelled someone in "Are you still at it?"  "Someone has to do it!" I laughed in reply.  When he left, around the 6:00;00 hour he told me that we were amazing and he had told the announcer we were the best volunteers and we deserved something.  As I was waiting to run someone else in the announcer leaned over and told me that we were amazing volunteers and thank  you for doing an amazing job. &lt;br /&gt;Those were awesome self-esteem boosts but I really hadn't thought about it much.  I was too focused on giving the runners that last minute encouragement.  And now that I think about it, it was just nice to help out.&lt;br /&gt;I will totally be at that finish line next year, cheering on those runners.  Anyone care to join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WHmvUV_OAcs/Tf_LUTVhcCI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fO_bRDhTJ3U/s1600/IMG_9827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WHmvUV_OAcs/Tf_LUTVhcCI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fO_bRDhTJ3U/s200/IMG_9827.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620434409630036002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awesome sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_EQ6XjE3Os/Tf_LTgAtNWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Hbm9-9PW6dI/s1600/IMG_2014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_EQ6XjE3Os/Tf_LTgAtNWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Hbm9-9PW6dI/s200/IMG_2014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620434395852518754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my awesome sister.  Way to be up before the sun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-4700969450957434332?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4700969450957434332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=4700969450957434332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4700969450957434332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4700969450957434332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/yell-your-heart-out.html' title='Yell Your Heart Out'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WHmvUV_OAcs/Tf_LUTVhcCI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fO_bRDhTJ3U/s72-c/IMG_9827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-1694069702423953258</id><published>2011-06-16T08:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:30:44.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Physical Therapy</title><content type='html'>"Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action." -Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, or afternoon, or evening, all.  I have a huge request to make of you today.  Now I Can is part of a competition to win $250,000.  We would use this money to help pay for scholarships for the kids that come through here.  &lt;br /&gt;What I mean by scholarships:  Physical therapy is expensive, $6,000 for three weeks.  Why is it so expensive?  Well, it's because of the equipment we use, mostly something called a nuerosuit.  This suit is custom fitted to the child and provides resistance to the muscles so when the suit is off it is easier for the child to move. Not only that but while the child is in the suit it forces their muscles into the correct posture and helps with mobility.  &lt;br /&gt;There are also the "spider" and "Monkey" cages.  These don't actually have spiders or monkeys in them so don't worry.  It's just what the harness looks like.  These help with teaching the child balance and strengthens the arms and the legs.&lt;br /&gt;So back to the meaning of scholarships.  It is the goal of Now I Can to reduce the price of the therapy to little or no cost to the families.  We rely heavily on the donations of companies and compassionate individuals for help as we are a non-profit organization. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I have given you more information that you wanted, you just want to know how you can help, right? Right. Go on over to &lt;a href="http://www.nowican.org/"&gt;Now I Can&lt;/a&gt; and instructions will pop up on your screen.  It's super easy and hardly takes any time.  We can really, really use your help!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-1694069702423953258?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1694069702423953258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=1694069702423953258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1694069702423953258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1694069702423953258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/physical-therapy.html' title='Physical Therapy'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-6999783976967857126</id><published>2011-06-13T16:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:53:03.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel's Luck Casino</title><content type='html'>\"Nature is our chapel." -Bjork &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was recently my birthday, and I set up my own casino for a night.&lt;br /&gt;My sister had done it a few years ago for a close friend and I really loved the idea, so I pretty much copied it.  Only without Klah there the party didn't have awesome drinks non stop.  &lt;br /&gt;As my family was moving we cleared out the front room totally and decorated like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5e2tdUf4Mfg/TfaQCEHcwzI/AAAAAAAAATk/pyIjsfHKhbo/s1600/DSCF0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5e2tdUf4Mfg/TfaQCEHcwzI/AAAAAAAAATk/pyIjsfHKhbo/s200/DSCF0221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617835950330397490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ozs2ubo6OY/TfaQB3N7ZbI/AAAAAAAAATc/kK0BXTW6qwI/s1600/DSCF0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ozs2ubo6OY/TfaQB3N7ZbI/AAAAAAAAATc/kK0BXTW6qwI/s200/DSCF0219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617835946867910066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gMfaNm2fi1g/TfaQBUdhQdI/AAAAAAAAATU/ttAQgGfcAAw/s1600/DSCF0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gMfaNm2fi1g/TfaQBUdhQdI/AAAAAAAAATU/ttAQgGfcAAw/s200/DSCF0218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617835937538064850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4D4nBWaiQDw/TfaQA0JDIXI/AAAAAAAAATM/r5hDbEyFepw/s1600/DSCF0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4D4nBWaiQDw/TfaQA0JDIXI/AAAAAAAAATM/r5hDbEyFepw/s200/DSCF0189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617835928862269810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAyHnQOgnpk/TfaQArbagqI/AAAAAAAAATE/DGlQpTJpfp4/s1600/DSCF0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAyHnQOgnpk/TfaQArbagqI/AAAAAAAAATE/DGlQpTJpfp4/s200/DSCF0225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617835926523380386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty much awesome.  We had a blackjack, poker, roulette, and greed table.  We also had a lot of IBC drinks, and wonderful Mal brought yummy drink mixes with soda to add to them.  (Why yes I don't drink could you tell?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun setting up and entertaining guests.  Wonderful Georgia Boy was a great dealer and taught everyone greed which was a great hit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty much the bestest birthday ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for words of birthday wisdom...well I'll let the professionals do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/n8CaC4RMwsM"&gt;Movie Wisdom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-6999783976967857126?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6999783976967857126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=6999783976967857126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/6999783976967857126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/6999783976967857126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/angels-luck-casino.html' title='Angel&apos;s Luck Casino'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5e2tdUf4Mfg/TfaQCEHcwzI/AAAAAAAAATk/pyIjsfHKhbo/s72-c/DSCF0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-6304343059648466659</id><published>2011-06-08T11:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T12:22:11.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Therapy</title><content type='html'>"For me, singing sad songs often has a way of healing a situation. It gets the hurt out in the open into the light, out of the darkness." -Reba McEntire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I love music.  I am in no means good at it however. I make dogs howl when I sing, I can't keep a beat, I'm pretty sure the middle school band rejoiced when I stopped playing the flute/drums, and in any other form of music I'm awful. However, I can't get enough of it and I make a mean play list.  It is a safe haven from the world and helps me express what I am feeling.  Whether those feelings are ones of happiness, sadness, heartache, flirtiness, or whatever.  &lt;br /&gt;If you haven't tried music therapy to help you through your times you should.  It doesn't matter if the playlist changes every few minutes or if it takes weeks, it helps.  Like someone once said "Music should be your escape."  It doesn't even matter what type of music you listen to.  If it's classical or pop.  There is a reason why those songs were created, and if you can find a personal meaning behind them, so much the better.  &lt;br /&gt;Here is an example or two of my playlists to help you kick start your own.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm Not telling you the Name of this playlist because it was highly ....cheesy is not the right word but I can't think of another good word)&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Again -Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;Basket Case  -Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;Hold My Heart -Sara Bareilles     Told ya she was my new favorite&lt;br /&gt;Someday -Rob Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Come Back to Me -David Cook&lt;br /&gt;All of Me -Michel Buble&lt;br /&gt;I Will Remember You -Sarah McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;Glitter in the Air -P!nk&lt;br /&gt;So What -P!nk&lt;br /&gt;Miss You -Incubus&lt;br /&gt;The Riddle -Scarlet Pimpernel&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the Men -Jekyll and Hyde&lt;br /&gt;That's Life -Frank Sinatra       This one I laugh at the very beginning cause it was highly applicable &lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the Deep -Adelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was pretty much my playlist, with a few interchanging songs, from May 7th to June 3rd.  It was my trying to heal/don't want to heal list.  It works quite well for those of you going through some of the same stuff.  I also have a more angry/hard music mix if you would like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, pretty much from the wee hours of my birthday to now, and hopefully for a very long time, my playlist has been like this:&lt;br /&gt;Boogala   (yes that is the name, and till someone comes up with a better combo that is shall stay)&lt;br /&gt;Come Fly With Me -Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;Georgia on My Mind -Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;Feelin Good - Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise -Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;Everything -Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;Hero/Heroine -Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;The Light -Sarah Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;Stolen -Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;Your Love is My Drug -Ke$sha  This one is more of a song associated with a memory and that's why I have it.&lt;br /&gt;I know you Want Me&lt;br /&gt;Halleluhah -Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can see music therapy can help.  It can give hope or just expresses what your heart can't at the moment.  Don't worry I will post about the dramatics behind the playlists soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta blaze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-6304343059648466659?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6304343059648466659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=6304343059648466659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/6304343059648466659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/6304343059648466659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/music-therapy.html' title='Music Therapy'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-4124740129620602075</id><published>2011-05-23T08:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T11:29:22.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Success at a new goal</title><content type='html'>"The choices I wish I made, I always make to late."&lt;br /&gt;Sick Puppies&lt;br /&gt;So I forgot to mention one goal on my list for the summer, and that is to become more social.  That goal is going great!  Thanks to the awesome people in my ward and friends I have around here in homecity.  The first week of May I went to the first of the rooftop concert series with Kwistin and some other people from the ward.  You can read more about it on her blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sparkpluginthesea.blogspot.com/2011/05/rooftop-concert-yes-please.html"&gt;the rooftops&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have been to several other concerts at Sammy's with Mal and her brother. Some of the bands were kinda sad, like I can't believe people told you you were good sad, but I have found some new bands to follow.  Oh speaking of which, I have happily found a new singer to follow!  It took me a while to find her because a few years back my music taste was way different and she had a chart topping song and I tended to avoid those.  Sara Bareilles is her name!  She isn't the typical sound but I heard one of her latest songs on the radio, Uncharted, and thought I would check out her latest CD, Kaleidoscope Heart, and I was pleasantly surprised.  I'm sure Mum and Da aren't cause it's what I listen to every night.  Anyway long tangent, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;I've also been on a few adventures with said friends and fellow wardies.  We went and saw a show at this really awesome place, The Music Muse, and then went and had Frozen Yogurt that was supper yummy.  Oh and Sunday Kwistin had the brilliant idea to do a small scripture study group, which coincides with my get-more-spiritual goal.  I had fun....not right word but you know what I mean, talking about Luke 16 and watching the flow of conversation and how things lead to different things.  Once again I felt like I made really stupid connects and let my mouth run but that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This section is kinda a downer so you can skip it if you want.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of strange to look back a year ago and think it was a year ago, but at the same time it seems so much longer.  &lt;br /&gt;I had a boy starting to walk out of my life and another starting to walk in.&lt;br /&gt;Basically I was supper frustrated with B.M. and his cousin.  Silly reason but I was so angry with them.  I took this really long walk so I would miss FHE and avoid people.  I even had Skillet blaring in my ears the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;I got back to the apartment when I thought everyone would have left, so around 7:30, but forgot that we moved FHE to 7:15 so everyone was just settling down.  Grr!  I can't be angry around people outside my apartment!  So I put on a smile and sat on the couch very grumpily.  Georgia boy was sitting on the floor kinda next to the couch and and at one point looked at me and asked very sincerely "Are you okay?" I gave my usual answer but then decided to have fun flirting, and boy did we. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year I have a boy walking out and non walking in.  May, I hate you. Just so you know. June you're on my list too, but I can't hate you because I was born during your reign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-4124740129620602075?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4124740129620602075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=4124740129620602075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4124740129620602075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4124740129620602075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/success-at-new-goal.html' title='Success at a new goal'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-3063638127040413182</id><published>2011-05-18T11:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:15:28.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Can</title><content type='html'>"Nobody got anywhere in the world by simply being content."&lt;br /&gt;Louis L'Amour &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I've settled into my internship it's become better.  Finding assignments to do is still a little hard but I think the experience is good.  Now here is some shameless promoting for Now I Can:  An intern started a blog a few months back and it has now fallen to me to keep it up, and I want people to actually read it. So as a huge favor to me, or just to learn more about Now I Can, will you read it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nowicanfoundation.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://nowicanfoundation.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a bunch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-3063638127040413182?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3063638127040413182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=3063638127040413182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/3063638127040413182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/3063638127040413182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/now-i-can.html' title='Now I Can'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-426032457358725686</id><published>2011-05-16T11:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T12:35:37.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought dump</title><content type='html'>"They break your heart, they steal your soul, take you apart and yet they somehow make you whole. So what's their game. I suppose a rose by any other name, the perfume and the pricks the same. So lets bring on the men and let the fun begin!" Bring on the Men from Jekyll and Hyde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a paradox in myself once again.  I love the east coast, the very idea of it, the architecture, the diversity, and the history.  Even though I have only been able to go twice, once on a church history tour and once with Georgia Boy, I love it.  &lt;br /&gt;And recently I was looking through Kwisten's pictures of her adventures in NY city, and once again felt the urge to live there. Just to have the elegant buildings, crammed apartments that still have beauty, and adventure.  Yes, I do love the central mountain region, I lived here all of my childhood and technically still do when I go to college.  But it's lacking what I thrive on, culture diversity and history.  Okay some can argue that it has tons of history, which it does thanks to the LDS church, and I understand that but I want more.  Where are the buildings that have been there since the 1600s?  Where are the stories of the founding fathers?  Of the wars the devastated the US?  The buildings packed tightly together to accommodate the steep increase in population? &lt;br /&gt;And as for culture diversity, it's getting better but it's still not what I like (What? A Utah Mormon asking for diversity? She must be crazy). &lt;br /&gt;But then we run into a problem when I think about moving to a large city that holds that history and diversity.  I start to freak out a little.  &lt;br /&gt;See I always thought that homecity was big, what with the university and everything here.  So I thought big cities would be no problem.  I even had the notion of moving to San Fransisco for a while. Then I took a trip to SLC for some reason when I was around 12 and realized something. Homecity is not big at all, not compared to SLC and SLC isn't even that big of a city compared to where I was dreaming of living.  This hit me even more when I was turning 15 and I went to a cousin's wedding in San Francisco.  I got claustrophobic from driving around the city. Just because the roads were so tight and the buildings so impending.  Shouldn't I love this? It's what I want.  But I couldn't get over it. &lt;br /&gt;I loved the Old City in Jerusalem and never got that feeling even though a lot of the roads were overly crowded and were encased by housing above.  Who knows why that is.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that big cities have drawn out another aspect of my personality for me.  I love them but they scare me half to death.  Like most things in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Growl, grumble grumble, growl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I really wrote this.  I guess just to get it out. Congrats for getting to know another side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just to put in my vote of who is going to die tonight on Castle: I call either the Captain or Laini....Or the guy they keep bringing in to sub for her.  Hey, don't give me that skeptical look, it could totally work, they killed of a sub character on NCIS so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-426032457358725686?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/426032457358725686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=426032457358725686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/426032457358725686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/426032457358725686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-thought-dump.html' title='Just a thought dump'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-7640054774173452198</id><published>2011-05-09T13:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:40:52.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the HR office</title><content type='html'>"If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bull."&lt;br /&gt;W. C. Fields &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah! It's a post about where I have been working.  I've been teasing with tidbits for almost a year but never have I told you my experiences, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Spring I stayed at school and quickly realized I would need a job to fund it.  I tried to get a custodial job, thank the stars I didn't actually get that job, getting up at 3:30 in the morning?  No thank you.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw that there was an opening at the Human Resources office for a student secretary and thought I would give it a try. I remember making my resume look good, mostly this had been done during Winter semester when it was due for a class, then taking it to the office.  I was so nervous, but the people there seemed really nice.  Wonder Woman took it and made an instant connection, she had been a Rec Management major too.  I left with high hopes and a prayer in my heart that if it was right I would get the job.  Well I got a call later that week that they wanted to interview me.  Okay is this the proper time to freak out or after the interview?  I think I did a little at each time.  &lt;br /&gt;At the time of the interview I got dressed in one of my better outfits and tried to be calm the whole time.  I was fine when I got the the HR office, fine as I talked to Love and she asked that i have a seat and they would come get me, and I was fine as I sat there waiting.&lt;br /&gt;I was even fine when Wonder Woman came to get me, I got really nervous when she led me into the interview room.  Why?  Because there were four people sitting in there.  I thought it was just going to be Wonder Woman.  But I swallowed and tried not to show my nerves.  It was a very pleasant interview, and went well for only being my second one ever.  I left trying to remember everyone's name, then halfway home I realized that was probably dumb, as I most likely would not be called back.  Imagine my surprise the next day when i got a phone call from Wonder Woman telling me I got the job.  Wow, can I just say wow?  AWESOME!   &lt;br /&gt;The next day i was really, really nervous.  But I think I did okay.  Poor Love though, I think I asked more questions than anything else for the next month.  But I finally got the hang of it.  Or at least I think I did, those in the office might tell you differently haha.&lt;br /&gt;I was timid and shy for about the first month. me, shy? I know right?  After that I felt comfortable enough to start letting me really show.  Of course it was way easy with Love and Wonder Woman throwing out movie quotes, or references, all the time. Also it was a definite plus when I found out that Wonder Woman loves Star Wars too.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop right now and say I love the HR office... Okay not the office itself but the people.  I think they are one of the things I miss most about the Burg.  There's Wonder Woman (who sadly moved to the online HR department), Love (who was supposed to leave after she graduated but got Bryan's job instead yay!), Baldwin (who towards the end I became more of her secretary when I didn't have anything to do, and who is wonderful!), Sir Patricio (He over saw the students and teases like Da does, JC (who after asking me about BM and finding out we had broken up never really asked anything personal again), Ms. Ricks, Summa, and Rhodehouse.  Not to mention the other student secretaries. &lt;br /&gt;I really miss those people. &lt;br /&gt;I loved being able to joke with co-workers and laugh most of the day.  The feeling of family is something I miss too.  How when a couple of us would start to talk about something interesting the others would come out of their mini offices and join in. How when I was telling Wonder Woman what happened in my apartment almost everyone came out to give advice and offer their house to stay at.  Not only that but they checked up on it and were really caring.  &lt;br /&gt;How I would talk to Love for most of my shift some days, just listening to her figure somethings out.  I miss it a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that wasn't a really good description of my job. But it was more than a job to me.  It was a home and a place where I had family. And I am very happy to go back there in the Fall, possibly in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta blaze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-7640054774173452198?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7640054774173452198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=7640054774173452198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7640054774173452198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7640054774173452198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/hr-office.html' title='the HR office'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8762524075405468324</id><published>2011-04-29T08:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T08:49:10.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer</title><content type='html'>Do you want to know who you are? Don't ask. Act! Action will delineate and define you.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my goals for the summer:&lt;br /&gt;1. Become more decisive. &lt;br /&gt;      -I am utterly way to wishy washy with choices as most of you may know, so I'm trying to change.  However first experience with being decisive went horribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;2. Become closer to the Lord through regular scripture study, prayer, and temple trips.&lt;br /&gt;      -I really need to find out what His plans for me are...&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a consistent schedule.&lt;br /&gt;      -I've had this goal for a while, haven't really tried though.  This will be the time though!&lt;br /&gt;4. Gain weight. &lt;br /&gt;      -This might be strange to have as a goal for some of you, but when you can't wear a belt because they cause sores where they rub your hip bones, and you can pretty much see all your ribs when you lift up your arms it's time to gain weight. (As a side note I did not mean to get this skinny, it kinda happened through college eating... which for me was pretty much not.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Get to the point where I can eat breakfast again.&lt;br /&gt;       -Ever since November or December I haven't been able to eat breakfast without wanting to puke. And there was at least one week were I did every morning but I attribute that to not noticing my milk had expired.  Well, there have been weeks in there that I have been able to eat but the feeling always comes back.&lt;br /&gt;6. Get through the summer without water works.&lt;br /&gt;       -This...hrm...uh....well...then.... &lt;br /&gt;7. Find joy in my internship&lt;br /&gt;       -As a side note, as therapy goes on the cries are diminishing. &lt;br /&gt;8. Get a tan&lt;br /&gt;       -Sometimes I hate having Irish skin, not being able to tan well is one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;9. Yard work when I get home from internship.&lt;br /&gt;       -This will probably go better when I get either my ipod back or an iphone.&lt;br /&gt;10. Know what minor/clusters I want&lt;br /&gt;       -So far I know I want to do CIT, automotive tech sounds fun but I really don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8762524075405468324?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8762524075405468324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8762524075405468324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8762524075405468324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8762524075405468324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/summer.html' title='The Summer'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-7921032812621314125</id><published>2011-04-26T08:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T09:23:40.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear future children of mine...</title><content type='html'>Even if you fall on your face, you're still moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;Victor Kiam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear future children of mine, I'm sorry if this internship teaches me to ignore your cries of pain.  Love, your not yet mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this summer I am doing an internship for a small non-profit organization that does intense physical therapy for children, some adults, with physical disabilities like cerebral palsy. I guess I should have focused in on the intense part of that phrase.  &lt;br /&gt;The patients come in for 4 hours a day, 5 days a week, for 3 weeks.  2 patients in the morning and 2 different patients in the afternoon.  They are all very cute, especially the little boy who comes for therapy with his triplet sister (is that how you would say that?).  I think that makes it all the worse when his cries fill the office.  &lt;br /&gt;I have a lot more sympathy for my sister now. She had wanted to be a pediatrician until she helped the doctor scrape asphalt out of my face when I was 7 and I was crying out from pain.  &lt;br /&gt;It's too late now but I wish i had found something in IF, or hadn't burned out at school so I could have kept going at the HR office.  But like Llama said I'm getting the experience.  And I definitely know I don't want to be a therapeutic rec major now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly better note, one year ago today is when I first met Georgia Boy. &lt;br /&gt;Well gotta blaze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-7921032812621314125?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7921032812621314125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=7921032812621314125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7921032812621314125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7921032812621314125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-future-children-of-mine.html' title='Dear future children of mine...'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-4291167390483151436</id><published>2011-03-18T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:50:01.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whine post</title><content type='html'>Is it sad that I’m ready to be done?  After last night I’m really ready to throw my hands up and walk away, just drop everything and go.  I mean I want to leave, but I don’t.  &lt;br /&gt;I know I don’t have it as hard as others do, but to me it’s a lot.  And some of the things may be stupid to others but they’re big to me.  Take last night as an example.&lt;br /&gt;St. Patrick’s day.  It’s my one of my favorite holidays, possibly the only reason is that everything is green.  I have been excited since February for yesterday, especially since my RS was going to throw a party for it and the birthday of RS.  My 2nd councilor was awesome in getting things done for it, she reserved the room, bought the food and eating stuff, and helped me set up.  Not to mention she had to put up with my sporadicness, and all the stress of school getting closer to finals.  Yesterday I was so excited as I decked out in my green outfit, bought the desserts, and some other things (I lost slight enthusiasm when I felt like an idiot waiting till the day of to buy decorations but I got over it quickly).   The ham was delicious as Gryf made a wonderful honey mustard glaze for it.  &lt;br /&gt;We got to the room early so we could set up the Pres. Of RS B was there to help out.  Did I mention all three RS had gotten in on it by this point?  I was stoked, we had all the food and things there and ready to go. All that we needed was the girls so we waited….and waited…and waited. At 7:45 some girls had shown up so we started.  By 8 a few more had trickled in but no where near the number I was hoping.  I was expecting at least 50 out of the 150 girls in our ward, less than 30 showed.  Only 6, not including myself, were from my RS.  Down came all feelings of excitedness of St. Patrick’s day.  All that ran through my head the whole entire night is the quote from Remember the Titans “Attitude reflects leadership” and your girls have a horrible one.  Now I’m not saying that this one night made me think of this, it’s been little things all through the semester that have happened, my apartment for one.   But that quote still echoes in my head.  Yes, the girls that were there had some fun, and I was able to help Pres. B with some of her boy troubles but still only 30?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just go home now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-4291167390483151436?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4291167390483151436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=4291167390483151436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4291167390483151436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4291167390483151436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/whine-post.html' title='Whine post'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-7387749775255268849</id><published>2011-03-12T10:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T09:54:20.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Again?</title><content type='html'>"The universe is made of stories, not of atoms."~Muriel Rukeyser&lt;br /&gt;So I was reviewing past post yet again and found this.  I know I've done it twice but I think i might make it and annual thing.  See how I keep changing and all that.&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I’m passionate about&lt;br /&gt;Reading&lt;br /&gt;The news (as some of you know after hearing me rant about how stupid people can be)&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty&lt;br /&gt;The gospel&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Different cultures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I want to do before I die&lt;br /&gt;Graduate College&lt;br /&gt;Return to Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;Receive my Endowment&lt;br /&gt;Paint something well&lt;br /&gt;Buy a house&lt;br /&gt;Have a family&lt;br /&gt;Buy Georgia Boy a Sazuki&lt;br /&gt;Have my own car&lt;br /&gt;(As a side note one of my things on this list last year was to kiss a boy =} )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I do now&lt;br /&gt;Game with Georgia Boy  (both computer and nerdy games....)&lt;br /&gt;Go to ward council&lt;br /&gt;Try to find new, to me, good music&lt;br /&gt;Figure out what the heck I'm doing with my life&lt;br /&gt;Make awesome things in my traditional camping class....I need to post about that....&lt;br /&gt;Sign to myself (sadly it's not nearly as much as it was last year)&lt;br /&gt;Go to work....work?  I still haven't told you about that....&lt;br /&gt;Marvel at how stupid people are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I can not do&lt;br /&gt;Sing ( I do believe this will be on this list forever and ever)&lt;br /&gt;have a consistent sleep schedule&lt;br /&gt;Consistently clean my room&lt;br /&gt;Not smile at the cheese ball that is my boyfriend =}&lt;br /&gt;Go a Sunday without feeling overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;Scare a little when anyone mentions a certain eternal commitment.&lt;br /&gt;Say what I am truly thinking (I'm getting better though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I often say&lt;br /&gt;"Human Resources this is Kanani"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you freaking kidding me?!" &lt;br /&gt;"I'm with Georgia Boy"&lt;br /&gt;"Hola aami!  Como estas?"  (Aami, or whatever english spelling, is "my mother" in Arabic. Yes, I mix what little Spanish and Arabic I know)&lt;br /&gt;"You still have that song stuck in your head?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why are people so stupid?"&lt;br /&gt;"Did I tell you this already?"&lt;br /&gt;"What are you thinking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite foods&lt;br /&gt;Potato Salad&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers &lt;br /&gt;Greek Nachos &lt;br /&gt;Pita&lt;br /&gt;Hummus &lt;br /&gt;Salsa(homemade)&lt;br /&gt;Salt and vinegar chips&lt;br /&gt;Pizza &lt;br /&gt;(yeah this list hasn't really changed lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things you may not have know about me&lt;br /&gt;I still have that 14 year old urge to dye my bangs green every once in a while....&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to learn snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not the leader I'm a good leader, when I'm appointed a leader, I'm awful.&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with Georgia (the state), which is a perfect validation for my wanting to live on the east coast.&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy puns make me happy. (this is on the list from last year, it made me laugh because a certain someone can be very cheesy sometimes.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-7387749775255268849?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7387749775255268849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=7387749775255268849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7387749775255268849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7387749775255268849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/again.html' title='Again?'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-6060317599082854726</id><published>2011-03-07T22:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:05:50.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought...</title><content type='html'>I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.  ~Anna Quindlen, "Enough Bookshelves," New York Times, 7 August 1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading, it's something that my wonderful Da and Mum passed down to me and my sisters.  Some of my fondest memories  when I was little are  driving through canyons to get to Nannie's condo and listening to Da read LOTR.  Books have been a great escape for me. They set me apart when I was younger.  I mean who knows a third grader who read The Hobbit, The Fellowship, and Two Towers within a month of each other?  (I stopped there because Da hadn't finished reading Return of the King to us).  I almost always had a book in my hand, and if not a book a pen and notebook to write my own horribly thought out ones. And thus they have helped shaped and keep my vivid imagination.  And after tonight I think they have helped shape my personality and who I am.&lt;br /&gt;At FHE we were thinking up ideas for a movie for our ward movie awards.  We decided to have famous good guys versus famous bad guys.  Someone mentioned Gandalf which lead to Frodo and Sam, which lead to Gimli, Legolas, and Aragorn (and talk of The Hobbit movie).  One of my roommates leaned over to the other and said something to the effect of "What are they talking about?"  The other had no idea either.  One of the boys politely leaned over and told them it was Lord of the Rings.  "Oh, I've never read or seen those."  The other nodded in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I understand not reading them, they are long and do drag in some parts but you didn't see them?  What do they teach you in California?  To hide under bushes when something epic comes out?  I mean, some people aren't into trends I guess.&lt;br /&gt;But it did push me into thinking of why people think I am more mature than my age.  Could this be a reason?  Could reading epics like LOTR and Narnia really have given me that much of an edge on maturity?  To beat a 23 year old in reasoning skills?  I don't want to be harsh on them or anything but I have had a lot of people tell me they couldn't believe that I was only 18 or 19 or 20, whatever age I was.  They always pegged me as 23 or older.  (As a freshman in high school a cashier asked me what I was studying, turned out she thought I was a freshman in college.)&lt;br /&gt;Do the books I read really have that much effect on who I am?  On how I think and act?  Are they the reason people don't peg me as the stereotypical Utah Mormon?  Dear Georgia Boy kept thinking I was from Colorado, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have had this big of an effect on my life, I am glad I have read mostly well written, clean novels. Some have been trash but I usually don't end up finishing those.  And if they helped me become the person I am, I thank you Mum and Da for introducing a fierce love of books to me.  Apparently all those nights staying up late reading did do some good after all =}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-6060317599082854726?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6060317599082854726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=6060317599082854726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/6060317599082854726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/6060317599082854726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought...'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8213547050358949488</id><published>2011-03-04T09:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T01:09:26.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>"Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up." Inigo Montoya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Georgia Boy through a lot, and I mean a lot.  From the very beginning he has had his work cut out for him.  &lt;br /&gt;While we made an instant connection from the start his patience was tested until I was in the realm of singles again.  And even then I was standoffish to him in some ways.  Physical contact in any way shape or form was one of them.  Yes, I wouldn't even give him a hug, I was that weird about it.  I had at this point decided that the two of us were only going to be really good friends.  Yeah, that lasted about a month, less than that actually, but it took a while to act on it.  Not only that but I knew he was leaving for five months.  &lt;br /&gt;But he came back early.  And we continue to date.&lt;br /&gt;He was, and still is, frustrated with the fact that somehow I can always get him talking, and talking, and talking.  What can I say?  It's how I was with people in high school, it seems to work up here too.  They talk, not me.  People are more comfortable that way.  Plus most of the people out there need someone they can unload on, not even unload but talk to.  That's me.  But it is a point that he finds very frustrating.  He tries to steer the conversation back towards me , but I somehow get it back to him.  I do it so naturally now I don't even notice I do it.  &lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been going to my dear Georgia Boy in tears, a lot.  I think at least once a week I have gone to him this way.  It also seems that the beginning of the month is a bad time too.  January was when I was feeling totally overwhelmed by being called as Relief Society president, so much so that I cried at almost every Sunday for a month, and some weekdays.  February was when the drama with the apartment happened.  And this week, I'm not really sure what set it off but the tears flowed on Thursday.  And last night was because I was once again frustrated between the lack of respect between roommates (Yes, I am quite aware that this is ridiculous to cry at, but I am sick of double standards.  Plus I was about to punch their friend, so I cried instead... try figure that one out).  He just smiles when I try to stutter out an apology for crying, usually saying something to the effect of that's why he's there:To be a human tissue and teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;He also has a hard time getting me to decide anything.  I blame being the youngest for this fact.  I usually go with what others want because, well, it's easier for everyone that way.  &lt;br /&gt;Also it took almost a month for me to say the L word back to him. Oh yeah....that's probably a story all ya'll would like to hear huh?  And the date where we drifted through some shops....I need to post those stories........&lt;br /&gt;There are more things that I have put him through, some I know, and mostly likely more I that I don't know about, but he has stuck around and is pretty determined to stay around.  So this is my way of saying thank you to him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta blaze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8213547050358949488?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8213547050358949488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8213547050358949488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8213547050358949488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8213547050358949488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-1448179463265512325</id><published>2011-03-03T21:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:18:09.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi! You with the face!</title><content type='html'>Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Georgia Boy,&lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;br /&gt;Love, A Utah Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-1448179463265512325?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1448179463265512325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=1448179463265512325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1448179463265512325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1448179463265512325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/oi-you-with-face.html' title='Oi! You with the face!'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-2161714240197537272</id><published>2011-03-01T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T10:57:58.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For realz this time</title><content type='html'>"It's the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter."  Marlene Diectrich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Thanksgiving...&lt;br /&gt;The Thursday before Thanksgiving, Mum drove up, picked us up and drove us back down to hometown.  Friday I got a cute haircut (thank you so much Brooke, I love it!), and continued to hang out with family and Georgia.  Saturday was pretty uneventful and mostly consisted of talking and playing games.  Sunday, Georgia and I went to the singles ward and I got to show him off.  Plus I got to see some of my wonderful single friends. &lt;br /&gt;We should have gone to bed early that night but I stayed up talking to mum and Georgia heard us so he came and talked too.  We went to bed around 3 I think, oops.  We had to leave around 6:30 to make sure we made it to the airport on time.  But we did!  We got through airport security no problems and we even avoided those new found scanner things.  Oh did I mention we got to use the new terminal?  &lt;br /&gt;Our first flight left a little late, but it was smooth sailing.  Georgia and I were able to sit next to each other without to much trouble because the flight was pretty much empty.  It was a puddle jumper so we had to check our baggage at the gate.  Which made a big problem at the other end.  See, when I had booked the flight I was thinking of getting to Georgia to see Georgia and not really thinking of layover time.  Well this one had 35 minutes and since we were late and had to wait for our baggage.... We made it, but only by a few seconds to our next flight.  For that one a happy couple let us sit together.  That flight was nice and relaxing too.  Did you know Delta has put free wifi on all of its flights?  That was a life saver.  When we started to fly over Georgia, Georgia (okay for the rest of this post he is going to go back to FHE, the whole Georgia, Georgia thing is getting really annoying) started pointing things out for me.  It's crazy over there!  It looks like the cities are carved out of the forests!  Not to mention there are still green forests over there!  &lt;br /&gt;We touched down and proceeded to the transit rail for the airport.  Basically it's a subway =}  We then got to the train that runs to different parts of Atlanta.  FHE stared at the ticket machine for a moment and then hesitantly punched the correct buttons.  He laughed after a moment "I know how to do this in Spanish.  Is there a button for that?"  See he served his mission in Spain and being in Europe trains are the way to go. (Dear America, can we become more like that?  It would save a lot of trouble.  Love Me)  We then got on the train and I loved it!  Not only did I get to see a really big city from a train but I loved the atmosphere.  I was once again a minority in two ways. 1) religion, and 2) ethnicity.  I loved it!  The other white couple across from us were very uncomfortable as we were four in about fifty people that were white.  Who cares?  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway we arrived at the train station and waited for FHE's brother, we will call him Uno.  Uno arrived after a very long time of being lost trying to find said station.  We then drove to Uno's house, then the boys went to go give a blessing to someone in the ward.  That left me with Uno's wife, we will call her Jedi, and the 4 children.  The three boys are old enough to run around a be super excited to have FHE there with another play mate.  The youngest is a girl, and well, is to young to know what's going on.  The boys were very cute and show offish.  &lt;br /&gt;When FHE and Uno got back the boys went to bed and we watched Iron Man 2 (not my favorite but it's okay).  Then we all went to bed, cause I kinda fell asleep during the movie and Jedi was sick.  The next morning FHE and I helped out a little bit before we headed down to his hometown. &lt;br /&gt;It was really cute because Tiny (who is 1 1/2 I believe) wouldn't eat his oatmeal.  Jedi was busy with the other children so I thought I would help out.  &lt;br /&gt;"Tiny, take a bite of your oatmeal," (this was said in my cute talking to child voice.)  He gave me a big smile and did.  I got distracted with getting my own breakfast when I heard Jedi talking to Tiny about eating his oatmeal.  So I asked him again, and you guessed it, he took another bite.  That mixed with his smile was just adorable.  Once when I asked him to take a bite he just put his spoon in his mouth.  "Tiny, that's cheating, take another bite."   Then he took a huge glob and made sure I saw it before eating it.  Those kids are cuties.&lt;br /&gt;A little after that we left.  I was amazed the whole time too.  We were driving through downtown Atlanta but you would never know.  It looked like we were in the middle of no where with only trees for company.  You could see huge buildings in the distance but that was the only clue, that and the freeway.  It was crazy!  The trees were still mostly green too!&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the hometown, I got a quick tour of the house and we were off again.  This time to the lake to have fun on the wave runners. Crazy that it was the end of November and it was warm enough to be out on the lake huh?  FHE drove for the first little bit, letting me get the feel of the runner and kinda showing off, and then he let me take over.   I actually had lots of fun driving.  I was a little nervous at first because it was my first time driving and being on a wave runner.  I got the hang of it pretty fast and thus started trying out more things.  At one point I started chasing my own wake, trying to get air off of it.  Well I had been taking the turns kinda fast, FHE was getting excited to get thrown off, and my last turn did it.  I apparently took the turn at about 50 MPH, I have no idea I wasn't looking at my speed, and we were thrown clear off.  My first though was "holy crap!  I'm sorry."  That's what I was going to say when I swam to the surface, however the water was so cold it put my body into shock and I couldn't get any words out.  I started to freak out before I remembered what I had learned in my Wilderness First Aid class that week.  Give it a minute or two and you will back to normal.  So I just swam to the wave runner and I was able to laugh and talk and stop shivering.   FHE said  that was a perfect way to end the day and he let me drive back to the dock.  He later said he hadn't had that good of a ride since he had been out with Choir, his next eldest sister.  That made me feel really good about my driving skills =}&lt;br /&gt;The sunsets there are gorgeous by the way.  It was a brilliant gold and to have it reflected of the lake was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;That night we just relaxed with Mom and Dad FHE who are a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;The next day FHE and I woke up early to head out to Savannah.  And once again I was in awe of all the trees.  When we reached Savannah we went to a light house to get a picture for Mum and tried to find a small lighthouse for her.  We then headed across the street to the Atlantic ocean!  I have seen it at least three times but I have never touched it, so FHE took me and even let me gather some of the sand there.  The water was a little colder than the lake but it was still fun to play in.  After the Atlantic we went to try to find Historic Savannah.  I got us to drive through the Ghetto( I was the navigator with the map), totally on accident by the way.  We even got into a Ghetto accident.  We were about to turn left from a one way street when a car streaked past us.  The bad part is that he nicked us.  About a third of his bumper came off, at which time he pressed his breaks, then he thought better and hit the gas.  He didn't come back either.  FHE and I were shaken but there was only a small dent in the truck we had borrowed.  Luckily we wernt' in the sports car we had wanted to take.  See Dad FHE had had a bad feeling about us taking it, and we are very glad we listened.  If not that car would have been totalled.  &lt;br /&gt;After about another 10-20 minutes of driving we finally found the river walk.  That was so much fun.  Going into all the little stores and looking for a lighthouse was great.  Shopping with a purpose is what I like. Oh really fast, we were stopped by a homeless person asking for donations for a weaved flower.  FHE got it for me, it was really sweet(remind me to tell what he did with it for Christmas). The best shop was the candy store however.  The shops there aren't very large so when we walked in I was like "oh a small candy store"  then we turned to the wall, there was a doorway to the next shop...which was more candy, then there was another doorway to the next shop...which was more candy, then there was another doorway that was more candy!  The shop was huge and amazing! They even had this sour formula stuff that I haven't seen in ages but loved when I had it that once.  Best shop ever!&lt;br /&gt;It was also fun because, yes, we did browse some jewlery stores, but no we did not go ring shopping, just sayin.  FHE got me some really cool looking celtic earings, I kinda want to go back and get the other pair too.  Anyone up for a trip?  lol.  &lt;br /&gt;After we were done shopping we went back to home town.  Leaving Savannah I realized that we had a GPS system... that would have been nice to realize before I got us into the Ghetto... good job brain.  But we made it safely back to hometown.  &lt;br /&gt;Drummer (FHE's oldest sister) and family got there that night and Uno and family were there too.  Everyone was glad that we had made it safely.  That night Shooter(the second oldest brother) came over to chat.  His family was with his wife's family because of an ailing family member.  The family council was great, they talked about a reunion that is coming up and some other things.  But the best part was that while we were in Savannah FHE had found a BS button.  We pulled it out and gave it to FHE dad, and Drummer had fun pressing it throughout the meeting, though it did get passed around once or twice.  That had some great laughs.  &lt;br /&gt;After the meeting FHE and I soaked in the hottub for a little bit to try to relieve some of the tention from the accident.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was quite exciting too.  &lt;br /&gt;The morning was full of cooking and fun.  I was helping make the stuffing, and Roo (the second oldest of Uno and Jedi, and is threeish I think) was sitting next to the island wanting to help, but couln't because he was a little sick.  I was working on breaking up bread chunks and saw that he was a little hungry.  I had him scoot a little closer on his stool and started to slip him little chunks. But only on the condition that I remain his favorite.   I think it worked for a bit lol.&lt;br /&gt;After that was was done FHE dad, with all three sons help, showed me how to deep fry a turkey.  Basically you get a really deep, deep fryer, fill it with oil, boil oil then slowly put the turkey in and let it sit.&lt;br /&gt;While there was down time I suggested to FHE that we go off roading.  He had been really excited to take me for months.  Before we left his mom talked about how much she loved that car, and what memories it held.&lt;br /&gt;His car in high school was a Sazuki that he had taken mostly everything off of so it would be an easy clean after off roading.  We drove out to a new spot and had some fun.  We avoided several muddy areas and he even let me drive for a bit.  Of course where I drove wasn't that hard and I stalled the car right before it got a little hairier.  We stopped and I took some pictures of the surrounding area and we started back up again.  FHE was driving.  We drove about thirty feet before we sank into hidden mud.  Oops.  We tried for a good while to get out, but it was the kind of mud that you can't get out alone, then we noticed smoke coming from underneath the body. FHE thought it was exhuast at first but then thought it was no oil in the engine.  He went to open the hood and the first thing he saw was a little flame under the engine.  About that time I looked at the passanger front seat, I had been jumping on the back seat trying to get traction, and saw little orange flames coming through the body. Yes, we had set the car on fire.&lt;br /&gt;Well we had set the brush under the car on fire.  FHE proceeded to try to kick mud and such onto the flames to put it out.  I was pretty much useless because I had worn my girly flipflops, not thinking I would need sturdier shoes. This went on for a little while then we heard something petrolium based start to catch fire.  FHE wasn't to worried about the gas tank exploding but he still wanted me far from it.  He deposited me 30 yards away and went back to try to continue to put it out.  Then he backed off again when the car was covered in a smoke pillar.&lt;br /&gt;This whole time I was thinking "I set Georgia on fire.... I set GEORGIA on FIRE!  Holy crap his CAR!"  Did I mention there was a huge dried bush right next to the flames?&lt;br /&gt;We said a quick prayer to Heavenly Father to ask for help and a few minutes later people from a trailer park called 911.  A truck that had a hose on the back (off road firetruck!) came, and a nice fireman threw mud onto the gas cap.  At this point it was the only thing still burning, it had been spitting flame two feet high.  They did a check of the area and deemed it okay.  By this time Uno and Giant, Drummer's husband, had shown up with the truck, we had called them after the trailer park called 911 to try to tow us out.  Only the truck would have probably gotten stuck too so we left the Sazuki there for the night.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one of the firemen said that there had been a lagit fire a couple of hundred yards from where we got stuck. Oh hey I remember driving through that chared area.  He also said he was glad we had not gotten stuck that way because they had found a den of rattlers over there.  You and me both buddy.&lt;br /&gt;FHE and said fireman were doing most of the talking as fireman drove us out of the brush, though FHE did involve me at one point to say I was from Utah.  The fireman asked me a question and I think I pretty much confused him.  See he had a southern accent and FHE had started to talk in one, so when I answered I had a southern accent.  It was kinda fun though.&lt;br /&gt;Going home however was not so much fun.  FHE mom laughed it off and was glad we were okay, Dad however not so much.  He was pretty angry about it, though it was very contained.  We could only talk about what happened in hushed tones and when he wasn't around. &lt;br /&gt;Then I got to call Mum and tell her the news.  I went into the backyard found a secluded spot and made the call.&lt;br /&gt;We made small talk for a little bit and then I dove in.&lt;br /&gt;"So you want to hear the exciting news?"&lt;br /&gt;"response I don't remember"&lt;br /&gt;"On Tuesday we went on the wave runners and I threw us off."&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"That's a good thing... me trying to explain why.&lt;br /&gt;So you wanna hear about the exciting news yesterday?  Proceeded to tell about Savannah."&lt;br /&gt;"But everyone's alright, right?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yup.  You wanna hear the exciting news from today?"&lt;br /&gt;"There's more exciting news?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yup....explained"&lt;br /&gt;"Is everyone alright?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yup."  &lt;br /&gt;The conversations then drifted to how everyone was taking it and what would happen to the Sazuki.  And that I should wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;After FHE and I had cleaned up it was time to eat.  It was some good food.  There were two turkeys.  One was deep fried, and one was oven cooked.  FHE mom had put bacon all over it as a natural baister, though that was consumed right after it came out of the oven.  Both turkies were so moist.  Apparently that was the moistest turky FHE Mom had made and one of the driest FHE dad had made.  Both still had moisture drizzle out when you took a bite. So good.  &lt;br /&gt;We ate around the ping pong table all decorated and such.  There were 16 people total, half of them children under the age of 6.&lt;br /&gt;Later that night Shooter and his family came over and we had fun playing and talking.  I think it was that night that FHE and I were standing by the laundry room were you can see straight into the living room.  He laughed and whispered in my ear "We have company"  I turned to look and there was most of the kids peeking around corners and couches to see us.  When they saw me turn they all ducked away and laughed.  We did this a few more times and envoked laughes from everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;Friday was exciting because Drummer, Jedi and I went to Black Friday.  We didn't go super early so it was still nice and relaxed.  We took each of their youngest child.  So we had E and G both under six months.  The three of us had a great time laughing and talking and shopping.  E even fell asleep in my arms when we were at Kohls.  That was adorable until we went to put her back in her carrier and realized she had exploded.  It was still adorable, it just now smelled a little =}  I cleaned off my hand with a wipe, and changed my shirt when we got home and it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty much a lazy day and that night Uno, Jedi, Shooter and wife, Drummer, Giant, FHE, FHE's friend, and I  played games into the night.  We played mofia, scum, and murder by wink.  It was great.  After around midnight the girls went to bed while the boys played rock band.  I don't know what time they went to bed.  The next morning we said our goodbyes, even getting a quick picture of the two of us with all the nieces and nephews.  Apparently the only picture to be taken by the family that week.&lt;br /&gt;FHE mom drove us to the airport.  FHE slept in the back which gave mom and I a chance to talk.  &lt;br /&gt;At the airport FHE and I used a new way to check through security.  We used our cell phones for our boarding passes instead of a physical paper.  How cool is that?  Once again we avoided the new scanners.&lt;br /&gt;The flight home was uneventful.  Though when we hit mountains is was funny to see one side no snow, other side completly covered.  When we landed in the airport Llamma and family picked us up and drove us back to IF, and then to Rexburg the next day. It sucked going from warm humidity, and thick air to cold dry, and thin air.  And also going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all that had happened... I will probably do a random picture dump sometime too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and some of this was written in December, and some of it in February.  So I'm sorry if it is inconsistant with time and detail of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta blaze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-2161714240197537272?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2161714240197537272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=2161714240197537272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/2161714240197537272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/2161714240197537272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-realz-this-time.html' title='For realz this time'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-300905988628316850</id><published>2011-02-04T10:33:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:56:32.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr</title><content type='html'>I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.&lt;br /&gt;Gustave Flaubert &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I promise the post about Thanksgiving is coming. I really am working on it, but for now you get to hear the fun adventures of roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the semester has been good with roommates, or that's what Gryff and I had thought.&lt;br /&gt;We have had Lock for a semester and really liked her, she even started calling us family.  Though she spent a lot of time in her room or out of the apartment.  A real study a holic.    Our new roommate Graph, is an interesting personality.  She also spent lots of time in her room.  Whatever I don't care, she seemed shy and that's just how some people roll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last Monday, all of the girls in the apartment got an e-mail from the manager saying a problem had been brought to their attention and we were going to have a meeting about it.&lt;br /&gt;I showed Gryff because I thought it was about me, either about how Graph didn't like me or about Georgia and I.  She thought the whole thing was ridiculous and went and knocked on Graph's door to try to figure it out.  Graph came out very defensive and Lock came out of her door and the offensive.  Both started to use loud voices and that made Gryff even more frustrated, first being so at the fact that noone talked to us,  so she started to be loud too.  Turns out the problem was with Gryff and not me.  I went out to try to calm everyone down and said, "Why don't we all calm down."  while stepping in between everyone and making a circle.  Then Lock said, "Why don't you tell that to Gryff."  Almost yelling at me.  At that point Gryff threw her hands up in the air and went for a drive.  I tried to listen to the other two to see what was wrong but they talked themselves in circles.  So I went after Gryff.  I didn't take keys or coat with me because I figured I'd be right back.&lt;br /&gt;I got Gryff to come back and pick me up.  We went on a drive and in the mean time got a call from the managers.  Gryff was told she couldn't go back to the apartment without talking to the managers first.  So we were trying to decide where she should stay.  I in the mean time was kinda cold because Gryff's car doesnt have that great of heating.   So we stopped by the complex so I could grab a jacket and my wallet, just in case we decided to stay in a hotel.  We thought of this because she didn't want to involve any of our neighbors and we, well I, didn't want to wake up Llama in IF.  It was 11 at night by this point.  &lt;br /&gt;But lo and behold when I got back to the apartment I was locked out.  I'm not mad at that point I'm mad that when I knocked no one answered.&lt;br /&gt;I knocked hard enough that the neighbors opened their door thinking it was for them.  When no one answered I knocked again and backed away from the door so I could see the second floor.&lt;br /&gt;Lock looked out her window and I waved.  She then proceeded to withdraw from the window and closed her blinds. Meanwhile I am standing in Burg wind and cold without a jacket, freezing because it could very well have been below 0.   I finally broke in threw the window, grabbed my jacket, wallet and spare key and left again.  I rejoined Gryff in the car and told her to drive to the Super 8, because obviously the roommates didn't want me there.&lt;br /&gt;We checked in and went to move Gryff's car out of the main car port, and guess what?  It had died.  Like it would not turn over at all.  Great, we talked to the hotel and they said we might get a ticket from the fire marshal.  I didn't really give a crap so we just went to our room.  Which happened to be the same room my mom had been in the day before.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I had to go back to the apartment to get ready for work. Luckily the car started up.  I felt like an intruder sneaking around so I wouldn't have to face my roommates.  It was my own apartment and I felt like a thief!  What the heck!  I left everything out of my room as I found and left for work.  Mom called at work and wanted me to go see the Housing department to see what I should do. I was opposed.  Then my co-workers found out, lets just say I wasn't in the best state emotionally.   Pat took me over to the honor office and had me talk to someone there.  Mom called again and said that she rented the room for another night just in case.  I did end up talking to the housing office, and found out Graph wasn't even supposed to be living there.  She has graduated and once you are graduated you are supposed to leave.  &lt;br /&gt;I also was told that I had at least three houses to go to if I needed them, I love my co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;That day I was supposed to go to Avalanche class and go on a field trip, but I wasn't feeling to well and it was below 0.  I chilled with Nannette most of the day and talked about what we were going to do that night.  We decided that the way of silence would be better than anything so that is what we did.&lt;br /&gt;That night was so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Our managers came over and had all four of us try to talk.  Lock and Graph once again just talked in circles and wouldn't answer the questions that the managers were asking.  The managers asked if I had anything to say, and I broke the way of silence.  I just asked Lock why she didn't open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this part is really kind of biased, just so you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked straight at me and gave me a smirk and said "The rule was that Gryff wasn't allowed back."  &lt;br /&gt;"I was alone, Gryff was in the car."&lt;br /&gt;The smirk instantly disappeared and the story changed, "Oh, I didn't see you.  I guess even though you waved at me."&lt;br /&gt;REally?!  That's your excuse?  I was standing in the light!!!   &lt;br /&gt;Gryff did a lot better at being silent than I did.  When the managers asked if she had anything to add she said not at this time.  Lock went off on how Gryff not contributing that the problem would just come back and worse later.  Gryff's response was the best ever.&lt;br /&gt;"Silence never solves anything does it?"&lt;br /&gt;It took all I had not to laugh&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you want to know the problem that caused all of this?  Both felt uncomfortable because Gryff asked questions.  Apparently you are only supposed to stick to questions like "What's your major, where are you from?"   Not asking why someone has a lock on their door, or what kind of guys they like.  Seriously people?!  Oh and apparently Graph was upset that Gryff threw away an empty box of pudding and left the two cups in the freezer.  Even though Graph rearranges our stuff all of the time.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh and when I suggested apartment prayer this was Lock's response "I love to pray, I mean I love prayer, but we tried it last semester and it didn't work." &lt;br /&gt;"That's because we didn't do it consistently."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, we did, and it didn't work."   &lt;br /&gt;The truth is, at the beginning we did do it every night but that lasted about three weeks.  There are 14 in the semester.  Yeah, we did it real consistently.  Excuse the sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;The only way the girls wanted to work it out, and after much prompting from the managers for a solution ( and yes Lock and Graph didn't give any), was for Gryff to move out.  Yes, she has been living here for over a year and a half, was here first, and I asked to room with her, but that didn't matter.  She's gone.  She moved next door.  Though the girls next door are a lot better than this apartment. &lt;br /&gt;I was an emotional wreck during all of this.  Luckily Georgia is the best boyfriend ever and let me cry on his shoulder... almost every day during that week, and some the week before for other reasons.  That poor boy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like I can't do anything in my apartment.  I feel to afraid to offend them.  Though I am kinda getting over that.  They will just have to realize that Gryff kept some of my more annoying habits under control, like blasting music all of the time.  Oops, that's a personal flaw.  All I have to say is they can't kick two of us out without the managers realizing it's their problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there was a total line of authority that was skipped.  First it should have gone to roommates, then Relief Society president (oh hey that's me!), then the Bishop, then and only  on the Bishop's recommendation, should it have gone to the managers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing really made me want to get married just so I don't have to deal with girls for a really long time.  Isn't that sad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-300905988628316850?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/300905988628316850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=300905988628316850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/300905988628316850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/300905988628316850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/grrrr.html' title='Grrrr'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-1027251980591501966</id><published>2010-12-02T10:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:00:52.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>So here is a quick up date about Thanksgivng.  More depth will be posted later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flewoutmondaymissedstormalmostmissedconnectionindenverarrivedinalantatooktraintoendoflinewaspickedupbygeorgiasbrotherspentnightwithbrotherandfamilynextdaydrovedowntosmalltownrodewaverunnerssleptnextdaywenttosavannahgotinaccidentwalkedtheriverroaddrovehomemorefamilycametalkingwithfamilyhottubnextdaythanksgivnghelpwithfoodrelaxwentofroadingsetcaronfireonaccidentwenthomeatethanksgivingdinnerdeepfriedturkeyumrelaxednextdayhavemorefunwithfamilystayuplateplayingscummofiaandmurderbywinkohandrockbandwenttobedflewhomenextday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to summerize: Wave runners, Savannah, car on fire, family, and deep fried turkey. It was so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-1027251980591501966?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1027251980591501966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=1027251980591501966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1027251980591501966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1027251980591501966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-4765568002185026184</id><published>2010-11-10T10:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T13:25:20.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas List</title><content type='html'>Wit makes its own welcome, and levels all distinctions. No dignity, no learning, no force of character, can make any stand against good wit. &lt;br /&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has come to my attention that Christmas is coming up. Or the Yule of the year if that floats your boat. I have had several requests on what I want for this time of year. Well here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A car  (this one is unlikely but I thought I'd put it up here anyway)&lt;br /&gt;2.Classic Jazz Music  i.e. Frank Sanatra, Ella Fitzgerald etc. &lt;br /&gt;3. Books&lt;br /&gt;4. Shade undershirts and 3/4 sleeved shirts. Any colors in the 3/4 sleeved shirts, white would be appreciated in the undershirt but once again any will do. Mediums work great.&lt;br /&gt;5. The Second season of Castle (once again this one is unlikely because it is so expensive)&lt;br /&gt;6.Time with family&lt;br /&gt;7.Stickers for Charlie (Bands, political statements and things like that. Here is an example: http://www.skullcandy.com/shop/sticker-pack-1.html, and a few political ones too http://peacemonger.org/peace-in-languages-lg-sticker-p-25834.html?zenid=47ca153fb777a4e85a91f49b53bbdf18  http://peacemonger.org/what-part-of-thou-shalt-kill-sticker-p-25723.html?zenid=47ca153fb777a4e85a91f49b53bbdf18 though I think these fits me pretty well)&lt;br /&gt;   (I don't think I ever thanked Mum for the Coexist and Tolerance stickers she got me last year, Thanks Mum!)&lt;br /&gt;8. Skullcandy headphones.  I think the cheapest are called Ink'ed.  THey should only be around $15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-4765568002185026184?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4765568002185026184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=4765568002185026184' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4765568002185026184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4765568002185026184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-list.html' title='Christmas List'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8618950763247036969</id><published>2010-11-05T00:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T00:23:40.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Um....</title><content type='html'>Do the right thing. It will gratify some people and astonish the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise one day I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; post something substantial here.  I have a lot to spill, my mountain biking class, my mountaineering class, the City of Rocks trip, conference weekend, how Georgia is flying back from Georgia with me after Turkey day, and Halloween.  However sad of a Halloween it was.  Oh! oh! and how I went to the ice caves a few weeks ago and shot guns and today I went bunny hunting!  That I will defiantly need to tell about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I promise I'm alive!  I blame Georgia for the lack of posts, just sayin.  =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Blaze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8618950763247036969?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8618950763247036969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8618950763247036969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8618950763247036969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8618950763247036969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/um.html' title='Um....'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-3332017861071098418</id><published>2010-10-06T07:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T07:29:57.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember that one kid....</title><content type='html'>"Today, my sick father got a card shower from elementary kids at our local church. Most of them were cute saying, "Jesus loves you", "feel better" and such. The one that went on our fridge said, "Dear Mr. Joe, I'm sorry you are sick. I hope you don't die." MLIA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty much this Conference was great.  One because conference is always awesome, and Second Georgia(also known as FHE) flew out for it.  Oh did I mention he'll stay until November when I fly out there for Thanksgiving?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/TKx5n5raGTI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4u9V1tmIns4/s1600/DSCF8520_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/TKx5n5raGTI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4u9V1tmIns4/s200/DSCF8520_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524924569281501490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say life is going great... except for the fact I haven't seen him since Sunday due to potato harvest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-3332017861071098418?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3332017861071098418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=3332017861071098418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/3332017861071098418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/3332017861071098418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/remember-that-one-kid.html' title='Remember that one kid....'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/TKx5n5raGTI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4u9V1tmIns4/s72-c/DSCF8520_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-78457669923969824</id><published>2010-09-08T17:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:44:57.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolerance, ever heard of it?</title><content type='html'>It makes me sad that people don't practice what they preach.  I was driving through Utah this past weekend and I saw a "No Ground Zero Mosque" billboard.  This made me so frustrated.  Do people even realize what is going on with this thing?  No, they don't.  It's not even on ground zero or a mosque.  &lt;br /&gt;Here is an article explaining what it is and what it's trying to do:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-11233282&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me that we condem a people for what so few do. And how we keep being retarded about it, ever heard of racial profiling or about religious profiling?&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of 'Burn a Qoran Day?' &lt;br /&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-11238062&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It makes me sick.  It's supposed to be a stand up and fight terrorists thing on 9/11.  I'm sorry, in my point of view your proving the terrorists right, that we are inferior.  I'm mean come on people, you are making them more mad and solidifying their arguments against us.  Do you even realize that it's like .0001% of the Islamic population that are terrorists?  You're just pissing off the rest of Population too.  Can you even imagine the effects this is going to have on the peace talks between Israel and Palestine?!   Think before you act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-78457669923969824?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/78457669923969824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=78457669923969824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/78457669923969824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/78457669923969824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/tolerance-ever-heard-of-it.html' title='Tolerance, ever heard of it?'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8751199729800146997</id><published>2010-07-28T21:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:11:54.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstandings and.....Ice cream?</title><content type='html'>Have enough sense to know, ahead of time, when your skills will not extend to wallpapering.     -Marilyn vos Savant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty much a recap on things.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go out with Hols for pie.  Why? It is a tradition with our group of friends to go out for pie when you break up with a boy.  &lt;br /&gt;That's right folks, on June 17th 8 something in the morning, B.M. broke up with me.  That's all I'm gonna say on a public forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also said goodbye to some new roommates.  Roommates I really liked, but for some reason there was always a wall there (the some reason being I cut myself off from most people after above mentioned date).   I always had a blast when talking to them and they were excited when I would come in and have them go look at the sky for something I found cool.... I think they were excited anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;Another reason for the wall, Gryff.... She never felt accepted by them, that they were always judging her.  And from what I can tell they felt the same from her.  Oh the misunderstandings in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I need to go for a double serving of Frosties with Hols, and owe Gryff ice cream?  I would say I owe the other roommates ice cream as well but we had already moved apartments when said act took place.  See apartment 24 is getting remodeled, yay, so they had already gone home and we had already moved to 11.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I owe ice cream you might ask.  You just need to know the codes of life my friend, I would reply.  Then who incurred this owing of ice cream you would say. Why that FHE brother I mentioned a while back, I would say with a slight smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing, however, needs to be found, then taken out and shot repeatedly.  Why?  the dear FHE brother has left for his home state for the next 5 months.  Guess what happened with B.M.?  Oh yeah I told you, he left for five months.    Thus Timing, when I find you we are going to have some things to... discuss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a brief over view of what happened:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to the Blue Angels (it was amazing and I recommend everyone go and see them).  I dropped him off at his brother's house in IF and we said goodbye.  Meaning a hug and some words.  On my way back to the Burg I got a text saying he left something in the car.  I told him I was almost home already and I would drop it off the next day.... Hey being out in the blaring heat and sun for 7 hours really takes it out of a girl.  &lt;br /&gt;I then made it home and was moving stuff out of the living room to the bedroom, while texting FHE (his new nickname) and trying to decide if I wanted to ask to go back down, when  a voice from the doorway said "You didn't think I'd leave it like that did you?"  and low and behold FHE was standing in the doorway.  &lt;br /&gt;We then talked for the next thirty minutes in the house, then moved onto campus.  And NO we did not go to the gardens.  Just the hill at the back of the Hinckley parking lot.  We sat there for the next hour and.... ten minutes teasing one another about the ice cream worthy action.  He thought I would crack first, I was betting he would.&lt;br /&gt;After that hour and ten minutes the sprinklers came on and we moved into the parking lot of my complex leaning against his brother's car.  Where we proceeded to tease one another for the next twenty minutes!&lt;br /&gt;Wanna bet on who broke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last chance to place em....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did.  I win!  I mean, I hate you timing.&lt;br /&gt;We talked for another thirty minutes and then curfew was upon us.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I drove down after church to IF and said goodbye once again..  He is now in Georgia.......... Curse you who haven't created transporters yet!&lt;br /&gt;We shall see what happens when Winer semester rolls around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the exciting news for the week..... Not much but meh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8751199729800146997?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8751199729800146997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8751199729800146997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8751199729800146997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8751199729800146997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/misunderstandings-andice-cream.html' title='Misunderstandings and.....Ice cream?'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-5808086062213797152</id><published>2010-05-19T10:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:47:13.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>"Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems."&lt;br /&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;br /&gt;2/4 post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, what do you think of the new header?  I'm still trying to decide on it.&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, my b-day is coming up so I thought I'd better put up a list for all to see and make my wants and wishes known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List:&lt;br /&gt;1. Shade undershirts and 3/4 sleeved shirts.  Any colors in the 3/4 sleeved shirts, white would be appreciated in the undershirt but once again any will do.  Mediums work great. (I would have put a visit from BM up here but since I'm pretty sure that's already going to happen, it didn't seem necessary)&lt;br /&gt;2.Money.  I am a college student after all, even though I do have a job (details in post 3/4 coming soon) money is always welcomed&lt;br /&gt;3. The latest Within Temptation cd that I mentioned at Christmas time. &lt;br /&gt;4. Printer paper.  Lame I know but I have to get some needs too!&lt;br /&gt;5. World peace&lt;br /&gt;6. Oh and Alice in Wonderland if it has come out to DVD by this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-5808086062213797152?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5808086062213797152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=5808086062213797152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5808086062213797152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5808086062213797152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-179386690883359463</id><published>2010-05-19T10:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:26:08.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moose is on the Loose!</title><content type='html'>"A little nonsense now and then, is cherished by the wisest men."&lt;br /&gt;-Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only one of 4 posts that I need to do, so expect some more coming in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was stake conference.  Not any stake conference mind you, stake conference for all of Eastern Idaho.  Meaning that President Monson spoke!  Along with C. Scott Grow, his name always makes me laugh, Elder Hales, and Barbara Thompson spoke.  But this is all beside the point I would like to make. &lt;br /&gt;While driving to stake conference, yes the Hart is just across campus but Gryf hurt her ankle and we were headed to pick her up from a RM meeting, my roommates spotted something a little passed the stop sign.&lt;br /&gt;"Is that a horse?"  "No, it's a donkey."  "No, it's a MOOSE!"&lt;br /&gt;Yes there was a moose on the loose.  We watched a cop car chase it.  So we followed kinda.  As we turned around to actually pick up Gryf, there was some confusion to her location at this point, we found the cop circling blocks slowly.  Apparently moose are not so easy to track in the city.  So we drove along a side street only to meet another cop and a guy on a fourwheeler looking for the moose.  Apparently we have better eyes because as we passed an apartment complex Meg, one of my new roommates, found the moose hiding behind a tree.  See?  Even moose hid from the police.&lt;br /&gt;Well we then had to go to stake conference, I wanted to continue moose watching, but it turns out that they finally found the moose and tranquilized it and took it back to the wild. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh 'Burg, what will you come up with next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-179386690883359463?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/179386690883359463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=179386690883359463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/179386690883359463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/179386690883359463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/moose-is-on-loose.html' title='The Moose is on the Loose!'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-2609401671743674336</id><published>2010-04-28T20:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:41:31.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FHE</title><content type='html'>"Loafing is the most productive part of a writer's life." ~James Norman Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I met my new F.H.E. family.  I was worried since last semester our family was less than great.  Just to give you a peak into our family one of the guys, who was 29,  reminded me of one of K lah's old boyfriends.  You know the redheaded one (since I am not allowed to call him by his old nickname).  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was REALLY worried since we have all of our guys from the guys dorm.  I instantly thought 18 year old guys.  Great.  However we seem to have the range of guy personalities that are up here at school.  Really we do.&lt;br /&gt;For most of the night we were in my apartment just having fun waiting for cookies to bake.  And most of the time I was talking to a guy who got back from his mission in Spain in November.  Why?  Because he knows about Firefly, he is a big fan, Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog, and several other things I find so interesting.  Yes, I was flirting with someone other than BM but by the strictest definition of the word flirt which is:behave as though attracted to or trying to attract someone, but for amusement rather than with serious intentions.  &lt;br /&gt;This guy's reaction in finding out that I am in fact dating someone was pretty funny too.  "Man, why did you have to go and do that?!"  &lt;br /&gt;I think this will be a pretty fun F.H.E. semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week two and a half of long distance relationship is going okay... 1 month of dating was today.... Phone calls do not make up for talking face to face, just by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the M in MAC pack turned three Saturday.  When did she turn 2?  Where is the cute little baby with the fohawk?   I am getting old....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-2609401671743674336?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2609401671743674336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=2609401671743674336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/2609401671743674336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/2609401671743674336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/fhe.html' title='FHE'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8196668159317281814</id><published>2010-04-02T22:47:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T00:01:12.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A short explanation</title><content type='html'>"You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back."&lt;br /&gt;-Barbara de Angelis &lt;br /&gt;So the pictures from the previous post were shots taken for Gryf's story book. See she is making her little brothers' birthday present.  Isn't that awesome?  Well anyway all of us got dressed up, mostly in costumes Gryf made and or modified in someway, and went and took pictures.  Here are some of them.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Gryf and BM looking cool for our quest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bQMk1OeNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/n61aWku7EpA/s1600/DSCF6390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bQMk1OeNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/n61aWku7EpA/s200/DSCF6390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455776913069865170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gryf scolding BM for being silly (they are brother and sister in the story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bQLq5_vAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qwPO1dbmqrQ/s1600/DSCF6237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bQLq5_vAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qwPO1dbmqrQ/s200/DSCF6237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455776897520614402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huff... I have no idea who here character was... But she looked awesome.  She was a love interest for BM in the story and kinda in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bQKRrpLpI/AAAAAAAAAPg/2CzrHnIU52Y/s1600/DSCF6169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bQKRrpLpI/AAAAAAAAAPg/2CzrHnIU52Y/s200/DSCF6169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455776873569660562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and BM... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bOkA_aTRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/KpQ34sGzWuM/s1600/DSCF6217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bOkA_aTRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/KpQ34sGzWuM/s200/DSCF6217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455775116742511890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM going on his quest to become a great king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bOjEMGzCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7atxJcdPAcs/s1600/DSCF6152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bOjEMGzCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7atxJcdPAcs/s200/DSCF6152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455775100421196834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was "Princess Kanani" and Lady of the Lake for this story.  Here I am the Lady of the Lake giving direction to Gryf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bOirQ6vhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/f1TmjNuf7AA/s1600/DSCF6149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bOirQ6vhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/f1TmjNuf7AA/s200/DSCF6149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455775093730491922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gryf and BM looking awesome!  Aren't I good with a camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bOh4NIP0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/582nKP5IA90/s1600/DSCF6123_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bOh4NIP0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/582nKP5IA90/s200/DSCF6123_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455775080024391490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL was the evil queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bQ83fnGYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-oK2DHptWlk/s1600/DSCF6487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bQ83fnGYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-oK2DHptWlk/s200/DSCF6487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455777742713198978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bQ8bwf9rI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QpX8EaOxMJA/s1600/DSCF6492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bQ8bwf9rI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QpX8EaOxMJA/s200/DSCF6492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455777735267841714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good picture by me =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bQOaEDJnI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Su6vWIc4LdQ/s1600/DSCF6435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bQOaEDJnI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Su6vWIc4LdQ/s200/DSCF6435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455776944538986098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture so much.  It is so epic.  Or at least to me it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bQNjvBZ_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Z3RemF9kloI/s1600/DSCF6423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bQNjvBZ_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Z3RemF9kloI/s200/DSCF6423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455776929955276786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bXC4V-oeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/4KMJATWyhOY/s1600/DSCF6427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bXC4V-oeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/4KMJATWyhOY/s200/DSCF6427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455784443090215394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are in college, and yes we had an awesome time!&lt;br /&gt;And to explain about BM: (that will be his nickname until something better comes along) &lt;br /&gt;We met last semester through Gryf.  They served in the same mission, Russia, at the same time.  My roommate liked him so, you knowing me, I shoved a small like under the rug. &lt;br /&gt;This semester he started to hang out with us lots and lots after Gryf's party (sorry I never wrote about that).  &lt;br /&gt;Come to find out he liked me too.  And this past Monday we became official =}  &lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that he is going home for the summer, his hometown is 5 hours away  ={&lt;br /&gt;He is my first boyfriend and I am glad that he is the wonderful person he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... that's the update for now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8196668159317281814?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8196668159317281814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8196668159317281814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8196668159317281814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8196668159317281814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/short-explanation.html' title='A short explanation'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7bQMk1OeNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/n61aWku7EpA/s72-c/DSCF6390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8758382454959801967</id><published>2010-04-01T08:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:02:55.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>"The first duty of love is to listen"&lt;br /&gt;Paul Tillich&lt;br /&gt;So I'm pretty much engaged!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7StDAWqNwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/G9F46N_2MVI/s1600/DSCF6471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7StDAWqNwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/G9F46N_2MVI/s200/DSCF6471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455175315798767362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7SsR3OFIII/AAAAAAAAAOg/-56wHBgLTjw/s1600/DSCF6192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7SsR3OFIII/AAAAAAAAAOg/-56wHBgLTjw/s200/DSCF6192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455174471533273218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7SsRe0benI/AAAAAAAAAOY/5swWMCLKX3Q/s1600/DSCF6473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7SsRe0benI/AAAAAAAAAOY/5swWMCLKX3Q/s200/DSCF6473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455174464983235186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7SsljkHZYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fI4BMp4MuYk/s1600/DSCF6157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7SsljkHZYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fI4BMp4MuYk/s200/DSCF6157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455174809854371202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a theme wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made your heart jump for a minute didn't I?  Mwhahahahaha.... I'm not engaged but that is my boyfriend =}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8758382454959801967?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8758382454959801967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8758382454959801967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8758382454959801967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8758382454959801967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/S7StDAWqNwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/G9F46N_2MVI/s72-c/DSCF6471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-7413128097741131137</id><published>2010-03-19T00:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:53:40.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggle Giggle Sqee</title><content type='html'>"People have forgotten how to tell a story. Stories don't have a middle or an end any more. They usually have a beginning that never stops beginning."&lt;br /&gt;~ Steven Spielberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so giddy,  Gryff is laughing at me a lot tonight.  I just wanted to post that.... And it all started off with me remembering that last night I put bread in the toaster and never got it out.... Well until I got home from class and pulled it out.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I'm so giddy.  I'll write about why later, when the giddiness has fled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-7413128097741131137?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7413128097741131137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=7413128097741131137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7413128097741131137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7413128097741131137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/giggle-giggle-sqee.html' title='Giggle Giggle Sqee'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8976585353970671575</id><published>2010-02-12T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:03:52.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MWHAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>"We are the hero of our own story."&lt;br /&gt;- Mary McCarthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gryff's surprise birthday party is tonight.... I will write later about how it went.....&lt;br /&gt;MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8976585353970671575?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8976585353970671575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8976585353970671575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8976585353970671575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8976585353970671575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/mwhahahaha.html' title='MWHAHAHAHA'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-5712641619482313907</id><published>2010-02-10T12:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:51:58.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's because of stupid people</title><content type='html'>"It's easier to go down a hill than up it but the view is much better at the top." -Henry Ward Beecher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't die of shock, two posts in one day I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was walking home today.  I was standing at the point I usually cross the road at, it's called a crosswalk for that reason, waiting for a break in the cars so I could cross safely.  When there was I proceeded to cross and this guy barrels passed, hitting my shoulder in the process.  When we get to the other side he says to me, "You know you have the right away, right?"  Excuse me?  Duh I know.  I wasn't raised ignorant.  I also know that if I step out into the road with a bunch of cars coming at me I'll get hit.   And just because you have the right doesn't mean you should use it.  I have the right to b*** slap you for touching me and I have  the right to claim self defense for it too.  Doesn't mean I will.&lt;br /&gt;All of this ran through my head, my response?  "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will restate the reason for this post.   JUST because you have the "right"  doesn't mean you should use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-5712641619482313907?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5712641619482313907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=5712641619482313907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5712641619482313907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5712641619482313907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-because-of-stupid-people.html' title='It&apos;s because of stupid people'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-1227150631594877819</id><published>2010-02-10T11:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:54:24.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>"It takes a great man to be a good listener" – Calvin Coolidge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there has been a lot that has been going on.  First of all K lah has moved up here.  This is awesome.  I go over several times a week with Gryff.  I not only get to spend lots of time with K lah and A of the MAC Pack, I get fed great organic food.  Plus I get to help cook and grind wheat.  I'm finding if things are cooked the right way, healthy isn't necessarily gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked out on two dates, not that I have gone on said dates, not through fault of my own.  The first was his best friend came into town and the other was I was to be at an event for the committee I am on and he didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah the committee.  I'm on the committee for Best Of.  Basically I go to shows and hand out flyiers.  Also Best Of is supposed to be the best of all the talent shows acts in one thing.  However as I witnessed on Friday it's not that way so much.  Oh kinda fun story.  As I was sitting at Acoustic Cafe I had a list of the performers in front of me, so I could remember the acts I liked.  Anyway a name looked cool and when the performer got up I kinda recognized her.  It wasn't till she started to talk that I realized why I did.  5 years ago she was my counselor at Outdoor Youth Adventure!  I was 14 the last time I saw her.  How crazy is that?!  I wanted to go find her but I felt kinda dumb going up to her and saying "Hi, do you remember me?  I was in one of your groups from five years ago from how many weeks in the summer?"  Yeah you would have felt dumb too, so I didn't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to find a summer job.  I am applying to summer camps so if you spot one send me an e-mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-1227150631594877819?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1227150631594877819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=1227150631594877819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1227150631594877819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1227150631594877819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-2549923254145228159</id><published>2010-01-24T21:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:36:31.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooo</title><content type='html'>"Plant a seed of friendship; reap a bouquet of happiness." -- Lois L. Kaufman&lt;br /&gt;So the two things that I am learning in college right now: People think I am amazing and I'm not as amazing as they think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Charlie DIED! He won't recharge.  Experiments are set for tomorrow to see what it is.  Hopefully he will be better soon&lt;br /&gt;That's all for right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-2549923254145228159?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2549923254145228159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=2549923254145228159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/2549923254145228159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/2549923254145228159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/sooooo.html' title='Sooooo'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-666424131642343494</id><published>2010-01-13T11:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:31:27.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this as I was reviewing things on my blog.  I think I'm going to do it again since it has been about a year, lets see how things have changed shall we?&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I’m passionate about&lt;br /&gt;Reading&lt;br /&gt;Understanding&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty&lt;br /&gt;Rules as pertaining to eternalness&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Service&lt;br /&gt;Different cultures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I want to do before I die&lt;br /&gt;Graduate College&lt;br /&gt;Kiss a boy&lt;br /&gt;Get married&lt;br /&gt;Have children&lt;br /&gt;Go to Greece&lt;br /&gt;Return to Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;Truly learn Arabic&lt;br /&gt;Learn Greek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I do now&lt;br /&gt;College things&lt;br /&gt;Constantly talk to Gryff&lt;br /&gt;Sign to myself (yes I still do this, and I do it A LOT)&lt;br /&gt;Spend copious amounts of time on the computer for graphic design&lt;br /&gt;Cook&lt;br /&gt;Read&lt;br /&gt;Put on Makeup &lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I can not do&lt;br /&gt;Sing&lt;br /&gt;have a consistent sleep schedule&lt;br /&gt;Not smile every day &lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;Organize &lt;br /&gt;Blog consistently &lt;br /&gt;Wait patiently for my sister to move to the Burg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I often say&lt;br /&gt;"Sucka!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi (insert roommate's name here)!"&lt;br /&gt;"Gryff!"&lt;br /&gt;"Go ahead"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi mom"&lt;br /&gt;"It's all good"&lt;br /&gt;"So tired!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Brett"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite foods&lt;br /&gt;Potato Salad&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers &lt;br /&gt;Macaroni and Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Pita&lt;br /&gt;Hummus &lt;br /&gt;Salsa(homemade)&lt;br /&gt;Salt and vinegar chips&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast burritos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things you may not have know about me&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to make a quilt&lt;br /&gt;I am now part of the service committee for my relief society&lt;br /&gt;Gryff and I found out that my mom and her dad were on the mission at the same place and same time. AND knew each other.&lt;br /&gt;I still want to live on the east coast.&lt;br /&gt;I want to dye my hair to have red streaks in it.&lt;br /&gt;I talk way to much with my hands&lt;br /&gt;Cheesey puns make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Sodoku relaxes me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-666424131642343494?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/666424131642343494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=666424131642343494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/666424131642343494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/666424131642343494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-found-this-as-i-was-reviewing-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-558381499596511693</id><published>2009-12-10T14:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:12:55.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly a geek moment.</title><content type='html'>"Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known" -Carl &lt;br /&gt;So walking through the snow, know I say that with the loosest meaning possible it was more like little flakes of dandruff, yesterday I had a geek moment.  You know that scene in Empire Strikes Back after Luke has killed the wampa  and is wandering in the blizzard?  Yeah I felt like that yesterday with the staggering and the snow pelting me and all the while I was trying to keep my scarf over my face. the geek part is I thought of that scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and an over view of Thanksgiving.  It was pretty good.  Gryffindor(Gryf) and I went to my house for a week and then went to her parents for two days.  &lt;br /&gt;We actually didn't get sick of each other the whole time.  Though now it's starting to get like Gryffindor and Slytherin again.  Oh well it's just finals I think... I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-558381499596511693?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/558381499596511693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=558381499596511693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/558381499596511693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/558381499596511693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/truly-geek-moment.html' title='Truly a geek moment.'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-705224770361183773</id><published>2009-11-11T17:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:40:17.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas List</title><content type='html'>"A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out completely." &lt;br /&gt;Pam Brown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has come to my attention that Christmas is coming up.  Or the Yule of the year if that floats your boat.  I have had several requests on what I want for this time of year.  Well here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books:&lt;br /&gt;When Souls Had Wings by Terryl Givens( I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDs:&lt;br /&gt;Awake by Skillet&lt;br /&gt;I am not quite sure of the name of the new Within Temptation album.  They have one that came out on the 30th called An Acoustic Night At The Theatre but I don't think it has their new single Utopia on it.  So the cd that i want may not even be out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorations:&lt;br /&gt;So this is not your typical decorations.  These are stickers for Charlie, my dear computer.  You may have already seen that he has two; One that says "BYU-Idaho girl" and the other says "Collective Punishment hurts Everyone."  Well my goal is to fill up the case with such stickers.  Bands, political statements (the one I really want is the Coexist one that uses the symbols of different religions), things like that.  Here is an example: http://www.skullcandy.com/shop/sticker-pack-1.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is really needed:&lt;br /&gt;What is really needed though is money.  I am a poor college student after all and I have bills I need to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it.  A list for Christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-705224770361183773?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/705224770361183773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=705224770361183773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/705224770361183773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/705224770361183773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-list.html' title='Christmas List'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-7491253489033673832</id><published>2009-11-06T14:02:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:31:22.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>"I'm not a genius.  I'm just a tremendous bundle of experience."&lt;br /&gt;– R. Buckminster Fuller&lt;br /&gt;Apologies are in order because it has come to my attention that I have not posted in the past five weeks.  My bad.&lt;br /&gt;Well my roommates and I get along great.  There was a point where Nannette and I were secretly almost hating each other but now all is good.  We laugh a lot, a lot now.  It's so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;To show how my apartment is like a mini family I have pictures. (if you want to see all of them go to facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SvSP1-vluBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5vuzVUFKzTQ/s1600-h/DSCF4910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SvSP1-vluBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5vuzVUFKzTQ/s200/DSCF4910.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401100010662508562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SvSP1dirJcI/AAAAAAAAANw/A4jT1xxIO3o/s1600-h/DSCF4916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SvSP1dirJcI/AAAAAAAAANw/A4jT1xxIO3o/s200/DSCF4916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401100001749968322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SvSP0-iT21I/AAAAAAAAANo/uZFdDwRqcG0/s1600-h/DSCF4898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SvSP0-iT21I/AAAAAAAAANo/uZFdDwRqcG0/s200/DSCF4898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401099993426942802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SvSP0rTUQuI/AAAAAAAAANg/MSCOru2IRdU/s1600-h/DSCF4870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SvSP0rTUQuI/AAAAAAAAANg/MSCOru2IRdU/s200/DSCF4870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401099988263781090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is my favorite one bytheway just because it shows our house personalities so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup that's right we were the houses from Harry Potter on the 30th of October.  Liza(hufflepuff)  knitted all the scarves and made the house crest badges we are wearing.  She's just plain amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Halloween this is what I looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SvSQiUoT6uI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RMjbf675Hik/s1600-h/PA310044.JPG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SvSQiUoT6uI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RMjbf675Hik/s200/PA310044.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401100772451805922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SvSQiJxxW4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/j2Ka-qi9wwk/s1600-h/PA310043.JPG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SvSQiJxxW4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/j2Ka-qi9wwk/s200/PA310043.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401100769538694018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SvSQhgEUL4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/hBTku5NUFL0/s1600-h/PA310041.JPG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SvSQhgEUL4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/hBTku5NUFL0/s200/PA310041.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401100758342184834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nannette did my hair and makeup.  That woman is amazing!  I was the Lady of the Forest by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-7491253489033673832?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7491253489033673832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=7491253489033673832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7491253489033673832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7491253489033673832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SvSP1-vluBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5vuzVUFKzTQ/s72-c/DSCF4910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-6895900584131942799</id><published>2009-09-29T21:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:26:51.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>“If you've heard this story before, don't stop me, because I'd like to hear it again.” ~ Groucho Marx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday was my first day at my new job.   "What is that job?" you might ask, "a model for the art department" I would reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leave my 12:45 class five minutes early so I can get to the Spori Building by 1:55, sign in, find the class room and get instructions from the teacher on what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive at the Spori at 1:50ish I go to the art office and clock in.  I then start looking for classroom 360.  I start to doubt that I have the right classroom so I pull out my computer and realize I'm looking for classroom 340.  So logically I follow the numbers on the wall, only one problem 339 is down a hall and in a corner. No other doors around it, I start to panic since it's around 1:55 by now.  I frantically go down another hall and can't find it so I go back to the art office and ask the student there, they give me a funny look and point to a door that is diagonal to the office.  Oh hey 340.  Hello looking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I go in and I am still the first model there, yeah! But right then the other three models ( all male mind you)  walk in.  The teacher, who coincidentally gave the talk at my first devotional evah at BYU-I, gives us direction to sit in any of the four chairs in the room.  Thankfully the chairs are cushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing the students do is draw me for five minutes, I move a little they draw that position, I move again blah blah for thirty minutes.  Then said teacher gives an hour lecture on drawing eyes.  I was getting paid to listen to art lessons, saweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got back into cushy chair and had to sit still for about 50 minutes.  I did it but I think I blinked to much but I couldn't help it sometimes.  My neck hurt during and after but I'm proud I did it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a few things I learned:  My forehead is apparently a little to small to be a perfect measurement and I am fun to draw.  Oi! You art person who reads my blog, yeah you with the pants!  What makes a model or thing fun to draw?  The students would not explain this to me, and I am highly curious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I stayed still for an extra 15 minutes, so 65 minutes total, cause my group just kept drawing.  I didn't really mind cause I don't have anything going on after 2 on monday/ wednesdays besides homework.  They thought it was great and I thought it was great cause I got that much more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is 2   1 hour and a half drawings.  I hope I can do it.  I am so glad one of my roommates is trained in the art of massaging.   Speaking of roommates I will talk and post video of them later when I compile the movie the way I want it to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta blaze!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-6895900584131942799?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6895900584131942799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=6895900584131942799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/6895900584131942799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/6895900584131942799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-6493403292054897029</id><published>2009-09-21T18:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:33:28.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone</title><content type='html'>"Writing is easy. All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead."&lt;br /&gt;~ Gene Fowler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Yellowstone was amazin.  We got to see Old Faithful and some other geysers, not to mention we got pretty close to a couple bison and elk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowstone is really beautiful and I recommend going to anyone who loves the outdoors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SrgZxkWo4AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/N0Z7Xh20If0/s1600-h/DSCF4537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SrgZxkWo4AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/N0Z7Xh20If0/s200/DSCF4537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384081693884342274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SrgZxGlvtvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ISJKyvmQa4s/s1600-h/DSCF4606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SrgZxGlvtvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ISJKyvmQa4s/s200/DSCF4606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384081685894641394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SrgZwf1trZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7U5HHMeY7oI/s1600-h/DSCF4571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SrgZwf1trZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7U5HHMeY7oI/s200/DSCF4571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384081675492634002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SrgZvhHRLpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nWtTLQhP0hM/s1600-h/DSCF4568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SrgZvhHRLpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nWtTLQhP0hM/s200/DSCF4568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384081658654830226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SrgZuisNryI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wdYk6ABZzsY/s1600-h/DSCF4531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SrgZuisNryI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wdYk6ABZzsY/s200/DSCF4531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384081641898356514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took more, A LOT more,  so if you would like to see them just tell me and we'll figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-6493403292054897029?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6493403292054897029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=6493403292054897029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/6493403292054897029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/6493403292054897029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/yellowstone.html' title='Yellowstone'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SrgZxkWo4AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/N0Z7Xh20If0/s72-c/DSCF4537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8932792621565536529</id><published>2009-09-17T10:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:18:46.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mother</title><content type='html'>You were right, I need new shoes and I should have brought my basketball with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8932792621565536529?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8932792621565536529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8932792621565536529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8932792621565536529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8932792621565536529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-mother.html' title='Dear Mother'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-3969573962235332853</id><published>2009-09-12T19:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:21:16.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A day Late</title><content type='html'>"There are two kinds of writers. Those that make you think, and those that make you wonder."&lt;br /&gt;~ Brian Aldiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is a day late, but I didn't read this until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leap&lt;br /&gt;By Brian Doyle&lt;br /&gt;A couple leaped from the south tower, hand in hand. They reached for each other and their hands met and they jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Brickhouse saw them falling, hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people jumped. Perhaps hundreds. No one knows. They struck the pavement with such force that there was a pink mist in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mayor reported the mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kindergarten boy who saw people falling in flames told his teacher that the birds were on fire. She ran with him on her shoulders out of the ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Keeling saw fireballs falling that she later realized were people. Jennifer Griffin saw people falling and wept as she told the story. Niko Winstral saw people free-falling backwards with their hands out, like they were parachuting. Joe Duncan on his roof on Duane Street looked up and saw people jumping. Henry Weintraub saw people "leaping as they flew out." John Carson saw six people fall, "falling over themselves, falling, they were somersaulting." Steve Miller saw people jumping from a thousand feet in the air. Kirk Kjeldsen saw people flailing on the way down, people lining up and jumping, "too many people falling." Jane Tedder saw people leaping and the sight haunts her at night. Steve Tamas counted fourteen people jumping and then he stopped counting. Stuart DeHann saw one woman's dress billowing as she fell, and he saw a shirtless man falling end over end, and he too saw the couple leaping hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several pedestrians were killed by people falling from the sky. A fireman was killed by a body falling from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he reached for her hand and she reached for his hand and they leaped out the window holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to whisper prayers for the sudden dead and the harrowed families of the dead and the screaming souls of the murderers but I keep coming back to his hand and her hand nestled in each other with such extraordinary ordinary succinct ancient naked stunning perfect simple ferocious love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their hands reaching and joining are the most powerful prayer I can imagine, the most eloquent, the most graceful. It is everything that we are capable of against horror and loss and death. It is what makes me believe that we are not craven fools and charlatans to believe in God, to believe that human beings have greatness and holiness within them like seeds that open only under great fires, to believe that some unimaginable essence of who we are persists past the dissolution of what we were, to believe against such evil hourly evidence that love is why we are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows who they were: husband and wife, lovers, dear friends, colleagues, strangers thrown together at the window there at the lip of hell. Maybe they didn't even reach for each other consciously, maybe it was instinctive, a reflex, as they both decided at the same time to take two running steps and jump out the shattered window, but they did reach for each other, and they held on tight, and leaped, and fell endlessly into the smoking canyon, at two hundred miles an hour, falling so far and so fast that they would have blacked out before they hit the pavement near Liberty Street so hard that there was a pink mist in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Brickhouse saw them holding hands, and Stuart DeHann saw them holding hands, and I hold onto that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Doyle also wrote a poem like thing called Kaddish in a book called Grace Under Duress.  I recommend trying to find it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-3969573962235332853?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3969573962235332853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=3969573962235332853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/3969573962235332853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/3969573962235332853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-late.html' title='A day Late'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-145506157780328397</id><published>2009-09-08T16:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:29:34.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First day</title><content type='html'>Treat your friends as you do your pictures, and place them in their best light.&lt;br /&gt;Jennie Jerome Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will write about Yellowstone later but here is a quick tale about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I arrived got my key and moved me in.  I unpacked all my things and put them away.  Which was hard because there are three other roommates that have been living here for at least 1 semester already.  I said goodbye to my parents and decided I should turn in the paper work so when the art department calls me to be their head model I could.  Well I was going down the stairs that separate the main level from the bedrooms when I slipped.  I sadly could not catch myself and I proceeded to slid down to the last stair.  Luckily only one roommate was home, and she was busy doing things in the kitchen to see, though she did hear it.  I do not think this is a good omen.  Oh well cousin Allen is on his way over with the rest of my things, my bike I'm most especially looking forward to getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta blaze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-145506157780328397?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/145506157780328397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=145506157780328397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/145506157780328397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/145506157780328397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day.html' title='First day'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-1912629027159200600</id><published>2009-08-20T20:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:16:45.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make my heart smile</title><content type='html'>"Better to rely on one powerful king than on many little princes."&lt;br /&gt;Jean de La Fontaine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I was driving around and I found some things that make my heart smile.&lt;br /&gt;1)  I passed some guys on motorcycles, they had awesome helmets on, sweet leather jackets, jeans, and one had the same black shoes I do!  It made me feel cool because I now know my shoes, or kind of shoes, are riding a motorcycle, as I hope to do one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) As I was waiting at BK to get some food  LP came on, I switched the radio to see if any other good songs were on, and wouldn't you know it the same song was on another channel only a few seconds behind the first.   I had fun switching back and forth between stations.  When both stations had finished playing the song I switched to yet another station and the song was playing again!   &lt;br /&gt;That made me giggle but what made me really smile was when it happened with another song.  I was driving to Volleyball, which was cancelled btw when Cobra Ship came on, I finished out the song and changed the channel when I found it playing again halfway through the song, yet not to my favorite part.  I finished the song out and surfed the radio and found it playing again!  It finished out right as I pulled into my garage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  This is  going to sound stupid but I love finding really good videos of shows on you tube.  It's amazing what people can do with some music and clips from tv shows.  Though for every amazing vid there are five awful ones but thats what makes the amazing ones amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart smiled today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-1912629027159200600?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1912629027159200600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=1912629027159200600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1912629027159200600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1912629027159200600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-that-make-my-heart-smile.html' title='Things that make my heart smile'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8976981688807662438</id><published>2009-08-14T14:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:35:32.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam Pony</title><content type='html'>There is only one you... Don't you dare change just because you're outnumbered!&lt;br /&gt;Charles Swindoll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about two weeks back I got one of the bikes in the garage fixed, figured I could use it up at school.  But before that I would have to start using it here so I didn't completely die on the hills of the Burg.  Wednesday I rode it out to Institute and back.  I had my sling bag, the one I got in Jerusalem and hardly go anywhere without, with me and as I sat waiting for a light to change I realized I could be working for Jam Pony!  This is a very geeky thing to think and let me explain why.&lt;br /&gt;Jam Pony is a bike delivery service set up in Seattle Washington in the year 2020, or thereabouts.  America at this time has been a third world country for about 11 years because on June 1st, 2009 a terrorist group set off an electric pulse erasing all electronics, especially bank accounts.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is all from a tv show called "Dark Angel."  It ran for two seasons back in the early 2000's.   Basically your basic, ha ha, sci-fi show, thus geeky.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the only video I could find that kinda showed Jam Pony, though it basically focuses on Max, or Jessica Alba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IxKwi1bwP24&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IxKwi1bwP24&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might put one together myself if I can figure out how.  Anyway as I sat on that corner I realized how cool it would be to get a jacket, or hat,  with the Jam Pony design on it... Geek I know.&lt;br /&gt;So sorry about the two posts in two days thing, I just thought of this as I tried going to bed last night.&lt;br /&gt;Well Gotta Blaze!  (Now you know where I got that from)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8976981688807662438?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8976981688807662438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8976981688807662438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8976981688807662438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8976981688807662438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/jam-pony.html' title='Jam Pony'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-5033983264355159369</id><published>2009-08-13T15:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:54:54.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A day</title><content type='html'>"Some people will believe anything if you whisper it to them."&lt;br /&gt;~ Louis Nizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So several times I have sat down and tried to write a post about the Saboteur, but I just can't do it, even though my quote went so well with it.  So just click on K lah's link and you can read about it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got to spend the day with my wonderful Niece and Sister, of course it was only one of many.  As always it was a day full of fun and cuteness.  Megan found out that I would let her use me as a slide so we did that for a while.  And then she played with my hair.  After lunch my sister gave Megan a brush so she could brush my hair.  While brushing Megan said "Beautiful hair like Mulan!"  she is so cute and adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;I also love spending time with my sister, I learn so much talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;Around 9:30 me and my mom went out to Deer Creek to watch the meteor shower.  While driving up there was a lightning storm that would light up the next curve in the canyon.  I really wish I would have had a camera with me.  Anyway when we got up there we waited for a while and only saw a few, but one I  did see was huge!   We drove down the canyon again before midnight, mom's night vision isn't so good, but I'm still glad I got to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Da isn't going through chemo just yet, he was supposed to start on Tuesday of this week, somebody called and said that it just might be the low grade cancer that they found in the slides.  Don't ask me for details, I only hear tidbits ha ha.  Anyway it looks like West Yellowstone here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta blaze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-5033983264355159369?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5033983264355159369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=5033983264355159369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5033983264355159369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5033983264355159369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/day.html' title='A day'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-5232009783625257048</id><published>2009-08-03T10:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:29:40.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Secondhand Serenade and things</title><content type='html'>"If grass can grow through cement, love can find you at every time in your life."&lt;br /&gt;Cher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Saturday I went to the Secondhand Serenade concert out at Thanksgiving Point.  It was so awesome!  I met up with some friends that I hadn't seen in forever, oh and Mallory ha ha.  &lt;br /&gt;We got a pretty good spot so for the first two and a half bands we sat and looked over the crowed that had gathered around the stage.  The first band, Single File,  was okay.  The next two, We Shot The Moon and Parachute, were amazing but the best of all was Secondhand Serenade.  &lt;br /&gt;Half way through Parachute's performance Mallory, her cousin, and I went to try out the crowd.  It was hot and sweaty but worth it.  The half hour wait between Parachute's and Secondhand's performance would have been better if we were sitting down, but slowly getting closer to the stage was worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;I learned some interesting facts too, and you know me and my facts!  Apparently SLC and Utah were the first to get behind Secondhand and make them big.  Also Secondhand was only touring Utah this time.  Also there is a new album by them coming out next year!  I'm so excited because if the cd is anything like the song Secondhand played for us from it it'll be awesome! Oh and we were the first ones to hear it as well! &lt;br /&gt;Another sweet thing was there was a thunderstorm behind the stage the whole time Secondhand was on.  Oh and one more thing.  After several songs, several meaning a lot, John said that we were about halfway through the show, played like two more and then finished up... Um excuse me?  You said you would play a new song and two songs is not half a show.  Apparently everyone else agreed with me and started to chant for an encore, then just one more song.   Well John came back out and played one more.  Then said, "I said two more if you guys were amazing.  But since you're above amazing how bout three more songs?!"  So he did.  Wahoo!  Did I mention my right ear was ringing for the next three days?  It was so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Hey look pictures!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/Snc30o1V-xI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XWxJhcIS6Q8/s1600-h/DSCF4347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/Snc30o1V-xI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XWxJhcIS6Q8/s200/DSCF4347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365818858489117458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the banner that dropped down when they started to get the stage prepped for Seceondhand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/Snc31ZrO8tI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8R5AbxNi8rk/s1600-h/DSCF4363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/Snc31ZrO8tI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8R5AbxNi8rk/s200/DSCF4363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365818871600050898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the lead singer, John Vesely, of Secondhand and the driving force too.   Notice how close I got.  about five people and a little gap away from the stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/Snc30w8pwiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2dSqbkNKtVs/s1600-h/DSCF4371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/Snc30w8pwiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2dSqbkNKtVs/s200/DSCF4371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365818860667257378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the guitarists.  The one on the right could be Daughtry's twin.  And the piano player is in the backround.  I think the only member of the band I didn't get a picture of was the Drummer...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/Snc31hIXjFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bk4TomoENws/s1600-h/DSCF4386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/Snc31hIXjFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bk4TomoENws/s200/DSCF4386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365818873601297490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken almost right after Secondhand finished performing.   We fought our way through the crowed so we could get out fast.  Look how faraway the stage is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday Brit and Jake, two people from my ward, had a fondue party with Brit's friend Andy, we also watched a lot of Avatar.  I think 12 episodes.  It was awesome.  And now we have some pretty good inside jokes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Sharla had a pool party and that was way fun.  I got to see a lot of friends from high school.  Though as in sports, I like Sharla's pool but it does not like me.  It attack my hand, foot and arm.  Drawing blood on all accounts.  But hey years of basketball prepared me for it ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Hols and I and a couple of other people went Laser tagging.  It was tons of fun.  My team won, as almost always.   Next time I go I really need to find someone to run around with BEFORE I go instead of trying to in the middle of the game.  Oh well it was still amazingly fun.  &lt;br /&gt;Afterward Hols and I went to half a movie and then went to a bonfire... well tried to Pj texted and said don't come cause the cops had.  So instead Hols and I walked around BYU.  That was tons of fun because it gave us a chance to talk and also to explore where she is going to live this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was great because I finally feel like I'm not just sitting next to Chels and Mal and not talking to anyone, but I'm starting to  talk to most people.  Oh hey look I'm almost gone.  This seems strangely like Winter semester ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next part is not so anyone can feel sorry for me, or treat me differently.  In fact I rather not talk about it.  Thus keeping it to myself, mostly, for the past 8 months.  This is only to tell why I might be moody on some days, or not being able to come to somethings.&lt;br /&gt;My Da has cancer and is going to restart chemo soon.  &lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta blaze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-5232009783625257048?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5232009783625257048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=5232009783625257048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5232009783625257048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5232009783625257048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/secondhand-serenade-and-things.html' title='Secondhand Serenade and things'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/Snc30o1V-xI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XWxJhcIS6Q8/s72-c/DSCF4347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-7514305997422216724</id><published>2009-07-24T06:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:12:18.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, Hello.</title><content type='html'>"A man who views the world the same at fifty as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life." ~ Mahummad Ali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Wednesday I got a text from Han, Sam is his real name and since I doubt he will ever find this I'm calling him that.  It was the usual how are you text.  Then as we talked he said he was on his way down to Provo for his family reunion.  "Oh hey that's cool.  Maybe we could meet up sometime during the week and a half your here."  "Sweet."&lt;br /&gt;And that was kinda the end of our texting for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Jump of subjects:  Friday I went hiking with Tory, a girl i've known since she moved here halfway through senior year.  It was great both of us are semi out of shape so we didn't have speed through and kill ourselves.  But I think I really hurt myself when I hiked Timp cause now when ever I do something strenuous i.e. go hiking, the muscles at the front of my pelvis hurt, and hurt for a while.  Doctor said I just needed to stretch them, but I hope they get better by the time I start basketball next month.  Anyway Rock Canyon is beautiful and isn't that hard of a hike and I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main subject.  Monday I was awakened by a phone call from a number I didn't recognize, "maybe it's Sonic giving me a job!" my still asleep brain thought.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello this is Angela"&lt;br /&gt;"...Hey this is Sam."&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sam...not as good as Sonic calling to give me money but hey.&lt;br /&gt;Basically he was calling to say 1. his phone died and he was using his brothers, and 2.  He would be in Provo around 1130 dropping off his sister at EFY if I wanted to do something.  &lt;br /&gt;I said yes and he said he would call when they finally got there.  And alas he knows me to well, he caught that I had just woken up.&lt;br /&gt;I dropped off my dad around 1145 at work and wandered around the BYU bookstore for a bit.  Then got a text from Sam that said they, his family, would be there in about 15 minutes, want to meet at the Eatery?  &lt;br /&gt;Eatery?  I thought to myself, That better just be a funny way of saying Cougar Eat.  &lt;br /&gt;So I went and found myself a spot at the cougar eat and watched all the college students and EFY kids, was i ever that small?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I finally spotted Sam and went over to him, and we hugged... I'm sorry what?  Hugged?  Something we only did when saying goodbye to eachother at the end of winter semester cause Kim, and Jo hugged him first?  But the thing was it wasn't awkward.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway long story short his family came back from wherever they were and we had lunch together.  I had already met his immediate family when they had come through the Burg on their way to Arizona one time and I really like his parents,but I also got to meet his Aunt and multiple cousins who where there for EFY.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway then we went to play bowling, it was probably one of my worst games, but I did get a strike!  Sam's brother Matt totally wasted us though.  I had a blast, but I needed to leave to pick up Da from work, so Sam walked me to the car and i asked him to come to FHE.&lt;br /&gt;Well come he did and FHE was a blast.  I was already in a super good mood cause I had found out that a band I like is coming out with a new cd next month and FHE made it so much better.&lt;br /&gt;We played food games that were amazing.  I think my favorite was Russian Roulette with eggs.  Basically you had three chances  to either get a hard boiled egg or a raw one cracked over your head.  Pretty much amazing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to Hols house for a party.  THough it was only Me, Pj, Hols, and Sam for most of the time he was there.  That's okay though, meeting all my friends might have been a blow out experience for him.&lt;br /&gt;His parents came to pick him up and we hugged again... I'm still not sure how I feel about that whole business.  Anyway, all in all it was fun.  I still can't believe he and Sea Bass are going into the MTC soon.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I kinda have a stalker now, not cool!&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta Blaze!&lt;br /&gt;Oh check the time of this post.  Yeah that's right I've been up since 5:40 am!  And all because I had a dream with the cast of Bones and some creepy bugs.  It's a creepy feeling when you think cockroach like things with GIANT pincers are climbing all over you and your bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-7514305997422216724?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7514305997422216724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=7514305997422216724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7514305997422216724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7514305997422216724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-hello.html' title='Why, Hello.'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-1651139297039873331</id><published>2009-07-20T01:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:19:57.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change in look, kinda</title><content type='html'>"You either have to be first, best or different." - Loretta Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you may have noticed I changed my blog a little bit.  It now has music and a picture for a header.  Tell me what you think of the picture, I edited it myself! ( Feedback really is wanted here so if you could that would be awesome)&lt;br /&gt; If you wondering where the words come from check out my earlier post &lt;a href="http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-fb-thing.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;So the picture isn't really a self-portrait in December but the idea makes my brain spark with ideas so that's that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention I got bangs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-1651139297039873331?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1651139297039873331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=1651139297039873331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1651139297039873331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1651139297039873331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-in-look-kinda.html' title='Change in look, kinda'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-7373177942681116058</id><published>2009-07-14T01:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:24:28.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quicky</title><content type='html'>"Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from a religious conviction."&lt;br /&gt;Blaise Pascal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada day and the fourth were amazing as always.  On the fourth I got wonderful news too!  I'm going to be an aunt again!  My oldest sister is pregnant with her second!  It's so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I went to the zoo with my two sisters and my niece.  It was a lot of fun, we saw lots of different animals and it was awesome to see how niece reacted to them.  It was also great to hang out with my sisters.  I kinda felt like the odd one out cause I don't have a baby growing inside me but I figured that since I was the one mostly running after my niece it totally made up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I hiked up Timp mountain. NOT A GOOD IDEA!!!   I am so out of shape and that hike is for very in shape people.  But I did make it to Emerald Lake!  Plus I only am kinda sore and I have only one blister.  So all in all it was good because I did not die.&lt;br /&gt;I talked in church on Sunday and that almost did kill me.  I have to find someway not to be so nervous when I get up in front of a lot of people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was an awesomely fun dance FHE.  We danced the night away with our awesome Dj Shay.  We even got the bishop to dance with us!  I also got to talk to some people I haven't seen in a long time. Also the Dustin clone was there, it kinda weirded me out at first cause I thought it was Dustin.  But turns out he is still in Ukraine and this kid looks a ton like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I finally commented on Brittany's tattoos.  I noticed them the second or third week I started going to this ward.  At first I thought they might just be penned on cause Jo used to do that all the time.  But the next week they were in the exact same spot and same shade of black so I figured they were permanent.   Now for those that don't know me to well I love tattoos.  I actually considered being a tattoo artist for a while in High School.  So when I see them it gives my heart a little bit of joy.  It sounds weird but it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I finally said how I like them, they are little stars on her wrist, and she said it meant a lot to her that I would say that.  See she left the church for a bit but is back in full swing now and most people judge her cause of them.  I think it's funny, we are a church that stresses forgiveness and repentance but we don't actually do it.  People who have sinned sexually are labeled with that for the rest of the time they are in that ward or know those people, people who have tattoos are looked upon as sinners and are mostly known as the tattooed one.&lt;br /&gt;An example is that Brittany brought a friend tonight who had a tattoo of the celtic trinity knot on his forearm.  I was going to say something about it, how much I liked it basically, but didn't.  I told Brittany that and she said I should have because a lot of people will just stare at it and not even pay attention to the fact that he has come back to the church.  I know we are all human and we have our faults but not being able to see past stuff like this bugs me.   Coexist and all that right?&lt;br /&gt;Random ramble for the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-7373177942681116058?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7373177942681116058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=7373177942681116058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7373177942681116058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7373177942681116058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/quicky.html' title='Quicky'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8892820645669108748</id><published>2009-07-03T04:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:32:58.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burg</title><content type='html'>"If I was more complacent and I let things slide, my life would be easier, but you all wouldn't be as entertained. My misery is your pleasure." - Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday I hopped on a bus up to the Burg to surprise my old roommates and a few friends.  I got there and boy did I get the reaction I wanted!  Ely was in her room so I sorta just sauntered back there after saying hi to Shmegan, she having planned the event with me.  Ely was studying so I bent down so I could see in between the bars on her bunk bed and said hullo.&lt;br /&gt;She looked up, did a double take, jumped up, asked if I was real, asked if I was really there and then hugged me for a good two minutes and laughed the whole time doing it.&lt;br /&gt;She then had to go to class so Shmegan and I went to see Jo.  She had a great reaction too.  Kim came by later and she had a great reaction too.  &lt;br /&gt;Mostly I walked around the gardens and took snap shots since everyone had class, homework, and tests.  I did get to go to a really cool dance concert though.  And Saturday night. Liz, Shmegan, Jo, Calli, and I went and played Wallyball and it was great!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Shmegan, LIz, Jo, Ely, and Jo's roommate all went to church together.  It was way fun.  Then Ely, Jo, and Jo's roommate walked me to the bus stop.  I tripped on the way there and some how got twin cuts on my ankles.  At the bus stop I said goodbye when I thought my bus had come and went to get on.  SURPRISE!  This is the drop off bus.  You have to wait for your pick up bus.&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's not bad......... 1 hour later the bus still hasn't come.  SURPRISE!  We lost the bus you were supposed to get on.  Another is on it's way.&lt;br /&gt;So the bus eventually gets there and I finally get home.  It was a great weekend besides some roommate drama.  But what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SlGEVLnmI1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/zYPjvdxru5s/s1600-h/DSCF4166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SlGEVLnmI1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/zYPjvdxru5s/s200/DSCF4166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355206931351216978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new area that they have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; have finished in the gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SlGEU3YOhQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UoweUSFoQqE/s1600-h/DSCF4143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SlGEU3YOhQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UoweUSFoQqE/s200/DSCF4143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355206925918045442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statue is either Hera or Athena... I can never decide... Oh and the building way in the backround is the Hinckley Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SlGEyGY8wfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/4pMJi7xFqAM/s1600-h/DSCF4167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SlGEyGY8wfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/4pMJi7xFqAM/s200/DSCF4167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355207428163813874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A back shot of my favorite place of the gardens, The Greek/Roman section!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SlI0iCAR2TI/AAAAAAAAAK4/w47YrK_0nC8/s1600-h/DSCF4107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SlI0iCAR2TI/AAAAAAAAAK4/w47YrK_0nC8/s200/DSCF4107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355400666155178290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ely.  We spent most of the time she was free together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8892820645669108748?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8892820645669108748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8892820645669108748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8892820645669108748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8892820645669108748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/burg.html' title='The Burg'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SlGEVLnmI1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/zYPjvdxru5s/s72-c/DSCF4166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-83473728611550272</id><published>2009-06-23T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:22:28.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal; love leaves a memory no one can steal." ~ From a headstone in Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting now and not after this weekend because I know that there will be so much to report on Monday and there is already so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago I went to see Beauty and the Beast at an outside venue with my wonderful sister Lani.  Can I just say the set design was amazing? Like freaking amazing.  Amazing as in I wish I was that artistic and that clever?   At first I was not sold on the idea, but as soon as I saw &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; the set was used I was excited.  Here is a very lame attempt at explaining the set design.  The west wing and Belle's room were set up the whole entire time, but what were they set up on?  BOOKS!  Huge books.  There was about 4 under each "wing" with a staircase made of books in the middle.  The genius part of the set design was that the books came out, opened up and became the sets!  Talk about stories coming to life!  There were books with different languages for titles, even an arabic titled "Kitab"  meaning book.  I think the most fitting title was Dante's Inferno which was used as Morese's prison in the Beast's castle.  It was so sweet and I only wish I had the words to describe it better.&lt;br /&gt;The acting was pretty good too, though I did have some qualms.  I was afraid that Lumier would not live up to Ethan who played him in my high school's rendition but he did really well.  Everyone kept there accents too.  At first I was worried about Gaston because his voice was not as deep as you would expect but he made it work.  Oh and Belle was really good.  She sounded almost exactly like the broadway singer.  The only part I didn't like her in was when she made Belle sound whiny when she didn't get to say goodbye to her father instead of distressed. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and then there is Beast.  I didn't like him... Okay so his makeup didn't help at all there.  His face looked yellow and like a skull to me, his voice wasn't scary when he tried to yell just horse and high, it only sounded cool because of the effects they but on it.  His acting was good though.   But this is just me&lt;br /&gt;All in all I would give this rendition an A-.  Oh hey look&lt;.&lt; there's my theatre class coming out.&lt;br /&gt;Jumping to Friday night I went to my first club ever!  I was kinda disappointed but hey it's teenagers with hormones out the wazoo, whatcha gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty sweet though.  It was a white out dance.  Basically everything and everyone was in white so when the black lights turned on the place glowed.  I went with some pretty cool people and laughed most of the time.  Oh and I got hit on by some random dude before he got politely nocked away by the guys I was with.  I also saw some of the popular girls from my high school and I can truly say now I'm glad I wasn't in that group. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went to a water fight and that was pretty fun.  Towards the end we played ultimate and it started to drizzle then it started to drizzle just a bit harder.  We finished our game, I love nothing more than playing in the rain, and while Mal and I were driving home it started to rain buckets.  The rain drops where huge!   But as usual for utah weather it lasted for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;That night Mal and I went to the Pike's house for a fun night of games.  Who knew Jenga could be so fun?  Me, Mal, and another girl played for an hour!  Rach was going in and out of games because she was supervising the Ping Pong tourny.  I played against, and lost, a guy named Brane.  Pronounced Branay.  This then led to a discussion between Mal and I how it may be cool for the parents to name their kid something off the wall but the kid has to explain their name over and over all of their lives.  Brane had to explain his at least 5 times within an hour, and that's only what I overheard. &lt;br /&gt;And this Monday night I went TPing my Bishop's house.  It was cleaned up by the people in our FHE group but it was still way fun and worth it.  Even if the Bishop's wife caught us in action.  OH and did I mention He has PERFECT trees for this kinda thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SkHF_91PKcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CdUqV2Efipo/s1600-h/5098_99436810910_504790910_2522709_6603413_n.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SkHF_91PKcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CdUqV2Efipo/s200/5098_99436810910_504790910_2522709_6603413_n.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350775535013145026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SkHF_vLvAaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gS5sQmjaBB4/s1600-h/5098_99436575910_504790910_2522692_7734279_n.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SkHF_vLvAaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gS5sQmjaBB4/s200/5098_99436575910_504790910_2522692_7734279_n.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350775531080974754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-83473728611550272?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/83473728611550272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=83473728611550272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/83473728611550272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/83473728611550272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/death-leaves-heartache-no-one-can-heal.html' title=''/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SkHF_91PKcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CdUqV2Efipo/s72-c/5098_99436810910_504790910_2522709_6603413_n.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-5674829039122167900</id><published>2009-06-14T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:58:10.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloooo Amanda</title><content type='html'>"If you don't know where you are going, you'll end up some place else." - Yogi Berra&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Saturday the 13th, was a 9 stake single adult party at 5pm.  The day started of really nice but around 2 pm it turned into a tropical storm.  You may think I'm over stating things but the wind got pretty fast so the rain sounded like rocks hitting the windows.  It lasted for about an hour and then totally cleared up.  I mean you couldn't tell anything had happened expect from the smaller branches from trees everywhere.  It was totally crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Well around 5 I picked up Mal and we went to Lion's park for the party.  It was alright, I mean I got to see some people I haven't seen in a year and talk to some old friends but the actual event was kinda lame.  That is until me and Mal got an ultimate frisbee game going, then it just rocked. I made some pretty awesome catches too.  On one i had my cell phone in hand trying to take a picture of the double rainbow, two in two days how cool is that, that appeared after a light sprinkling.  Someone threw me the frisbee, I caught it and then threw it to a teammate in the end zone who also caught it one handed. Sweet huh?  There was another one where I dived for it but just missed it, the roll I did was pretty sweet though.  And then there was Mal's catches. On the first she dove sideways, skidded on her side getting grass burn, rolled and still caught it. That was pretty much amazing.  And on the second one Brian caught the frisbee after it bounce off of the fence, threw it to Mal but first it bounced off a branch but she still caught it. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and through the game I kept hearing "Amanda I'm open!" or "Here Amanda!"  I didn't realize they were talking to me until an acquaintance from high school said that she had almost gone along with everyone and called me Amanda.... Um what?  How did people get the idea my name was Amanda?  Oh well its all good.  I just told my team after that to call me any name and I most likely would respond.  After all for two months of powderpuff practice I was called Sam.  For a Month I was called Amber in the main office, and for 4 months after that I was called Amberla.&lt;br /&gt;On the drive home   Mal and I decided that I should just introduce myself as Amanda to the rest of the ward and see how long I could keep it up.  Probably for a long time if I got the people I know in on it.&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta blaze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-5674829039122167900?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5674829039122167900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=5674829039122167900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5674829039122167900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5674829039122167900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/helloooo-amanda.html' title='Helloooo Amanda'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8364937739389688915</id><published>2009-06-11T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:26:15.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly Clarkson Concert</title><content type='html'>"Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume." ~ Jean de Boufflers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birthday gift from my parents was tickets to the Kelly Clarkson concert today.  My sister's gift was to go with me.&lt;br /&gt;I looked forward to this with great anticipation because 1) It would be my second concert, 2) time with my sister, and 3) it was Kelly Clarkson.  That may sound dorky but hey, I like her music.&lt;br /&gt;I was worried because this past week has been very rainy and the concert was in the baseball field at UVU.  This morning it looked clear but as the day went on the cloud came and so did the rain.  By the time I went to pick my sister up it was pouring rain and I think I hydroplaned once going through a deep puddle.  It didn't let up as we headed back to UVU either.  &lt;br /&gt;My sister was a genius and brought ponchos and camping chairs while I brought umbrellas.  We set up the chairs in line and were pretty comfortable in our protection while everyone had to stand in the rain.  There was a group in front of us that was completely soaked cause they didn't have umbrellas. It did stop raining around 5:15 is though.&lt;br /&gt;Once we were allowed into the park, a hour and a half of waiting in line, we found a good spot on the right of the stage, not to far back but not to close, if there is such a thing ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Then we waited for the pre shows to start.  It was the final show of Utah's got talent.  Basically it was something no one cared about but there was one good band that played.  Then it was a lot of talking from the UVU people because the concert was celebrating UVUphoria, but everyone kinda just went for Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;After the UVU people finished talking it took another 30 minutes for Kelly Clarkson's people to set up the stage but when it started it was well worth it. When she first came out it started to drizzle again but the Sun was coming out in the west so a rainbow appeared over the stage and then another one showed up too, so she had a double rainbow over most of the show.  How cool is that?!  Not that she knew about it but it was cool for me and probably most of the audience.  It did stop drizzling at some point in the show but I didn't really notice when it did.  The important part is that the worst of the rain happened while we were in line =}   &lt;br /&gt;Kelly  Clarkson is really good at connecting with the audience and being funny.  When she was introducing "Never Again" she asked "Has someone you've been in a relationship with ever pissed you off? I have a microphone so I wrote about it =}"  she just had some funny moments like that.  Like at one point she couldn't hear anything in her ear pieces and said something to the effect of "Hold on I don't have ears... Well I have ears I just can't hear myself, and if I can't I'll suck"  Just fun stuff. And she has an amazing voice!  She played all her hit songs and a few others.  &lt;br /&gt;I think my favorite part of going to a live performance is that the artist can change the songs if they want to.  It's not set in stone.  Kelly Clarkson did that a lot but it made the songs new and exciting, and made me like some that I hadn't particularly liked before.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad I got to go and spend time with my sister too.  We had a blast and I hope we can do something like this again sometime soon. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and I saw two of my FHE family there, and I saw some people I knew in High school.  Random tid bit but thought you might like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs Sung:&lt;br /&gt;Walk Away&lt;br /&gt;Behind These Hazel Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Disaster&lt;br /&gt;Whyyawannabringmedown?    (Yes that is how the title is spelled)&lt;br /&gt;Because of You&lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;br /&gt;Never Again&lt;br /&gt;If I can't Have You&lt;br /&gt;Save You ( I'm Pretty Sure)&lt;br /&gt;MIss Independent &lt;br /&gt;Up To the Mountain&lt;br /&gt;BreakAway&lt;br /&gt;I do Not Hook Up&lt;br /&gt;Since U Been Gone&lt;br /&gt;My Life Would Suck Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I missed any but if I did sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8364937739389688915?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8364937739389688915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8364937739389688915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8364937739389688915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8364937739389688915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/kelly-clarkson-concert.html' title='Kelly Clarkson Concert'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8013856013076327634</id><published>2009-06-05T12:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:43:09.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6:47  a girl was born</title><content type='html'>"Strange as it may seem, my life is based on a true story".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a really good birthday.  I woke up early and talked to my mom for a while.  I dinked around on the computer for a while then got ready for the day.  &lt;br /&gt;At 11 Mom, Da, and I went to Los Harmonos for lunch.  We were the first ones there and I'm pretty sure the only ones there for half an hour.  It was great though.  &lt;br /&gt;Then at noon I took Holly's graduation present to her.  When I gave it to her I believe the quote was "What's this?  You can't be given &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; presents on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; birthday"  We then talked for a bit and then I headed home for a quickly thrown together birthday party with the friends.&lt;br /&gt;See it was hobbled together because the family party that was planned for last night was cancelled due to the swine flu breakout in the MTC.  How this is related? You may ask, "the answer is simple" I might reply.  My brother works at the MTC as a programer and didn't want to take the chance that my dad might get it.  &lt;br /&gt;So the wednesday night I texted a few people and asked if they could come. The people that did come were Em, Hols, Will, PJ, and LJ.&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun.  We went up the canyon to Bridal Veil Falls and played for a couple of hours.  We kicked a soccer ball, threw a frisbee and football around, at the same time mind you, before Pj had to leave.  The rest of us then proceeded up to the little pool of water at the base of the mountain.  Will and LJ went up the rocks and river coming down the mountain to the base of the falls. Us girls stayed at the pool thinking the boys would be back soon.  We were wrong however, because I got a phone call from Will, who know phones worked in the canyon, and asked if we were going to come up.  It was kinda funny because at that moment we were heading to the trail that led up there, after a few minutes debate about whether we should leave the boys stranded in the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;I told Will that we would be there soon by going up the trail, which he apparently didn't know existed.  When we reached the base of the falls we took lots of pictures, then went back to my place for some treats before everyone went home. In the meantime  we had come up with nicknames for the boys.  PJ is Scooter because he has gotten one, to everyone's shock.  LJ is SpiderMan because... well you'll see the picture and Will is Marine because he is going into the Marines.   &lt;br /&gt;I then ate dinner and went into the back room to relax before 6:47.  This is the first year I actually knew what time I was born at so mom wanted to make it special by eating my cake then.  When it was time mom called me into the kitchen and what a surprise I got! My whole family was sitting there!  Apparently they had all come when i was sitting in the back, and they were all feeling well enough to come!&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful day all in all and I'm glad I have the family I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixM7FfOb9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Nh1IYXBROTU/s1600-h/DSCF4001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixM7FfOb9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Nh1IYXBROTU/s200/DSCF4001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344731435751075794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooter trying to stop Marine from getting the football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixM7Wy87HI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dIP9fFVbWAU/s1600-h/DSCF4022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixM7Wy87HI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dIP9fFVbWAU/s200/DSCF4022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344731440397216882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Hols, and Em &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixNP3Kk1CI/AAAAAAAAAJY/wxYfhSfhw04/s1600-h/DSCF4011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixNP3Kk1CI/AAAAAAAAAJY/wxYfhSfhw04/s200/DSCF4011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344731792683619362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooter charging me and Spiderman looking confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixOgC81kKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5X4jMk8s-m8/s1600-h/DSCF4033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixOgC81kKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5X4jMk8s-m8/s200/DSCF4033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344733170236756130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridal Veil Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixM77HmotI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jQTzD2RpLr0/s1600-h/DSCF4063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixM77HmotI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jQTzD2RpLr0/s200/DSCF4063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344731450147513042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman, Em, Hols, and Marine with Bridal Veil in the backround&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixOfvexSxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/55qAKlJY2hM/s1600-h/DSCF4064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixOfvexSxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/55qAKlJY2hM/s200/DSCF4064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344733165010373394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman, Hols, Me, and Marine with Bridal Veil in the backround.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixOf64kIkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mN3aiT8P4VI/s1600-h/DSCF4067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixOf64kIkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mN3aiT8P4VI/s200/DSCF4067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344733168071352898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shelf protected from the falls with beautiful flowers on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixOgRVPrvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/0VcCxc9K5A8/s1600-h/DSCF4075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixOgRVPrvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/0VcCxc9K5A8/s200/DSCF4075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344733174097227506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree trunk stuck on some rocks with water flowing over it. (at the base of the falls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixOgnjfN9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/jQIWlYNw3zQ/s1600-h/DSCF4079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixOgnjfN9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/jQIWlYNw3zQ/s200/DSCF4079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344733180062545874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman, me and Marine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixM8FfOnsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Z0VA3cOigcI/s1600-h/DSCF4088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixM8FfOnsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Z0VA3cOigcI/s200/DSCF4088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344731452930956994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman, Em, Marine, and Hols on the gate between the parking lot and the start of the trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixNPXGvmtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vMpEBtQDZ4E/s1600-h/DSCF4089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixNPXGvmtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vMpEBtQDZ4E/s200/DSCF4089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344731784077613778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman, Em, Marine, and me on the gate between the parking lot and the start of the trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixNPiARFvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MCcrF56bbtY/s1600-h/DSCF4091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixNPiARFvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MCcrF56bbtY/s200/DSCF4091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344731787003238130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How LJ got the nickname Spiderman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8013856013076327634?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8013856013076327634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8013856013076327634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8013856013076327634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8013856013076327634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/647-girl-was-born.html' title='6:47  a girl was born'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SixM7FfOb9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Nh1IYXBROTU/s72-c/DSCF4001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-5034246313919982808</id><published>2009-06-04T10:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:26:11.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode de Pillow</title><content type='html'>"Those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything." – George Bernard Shaw &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a certain pillow officially since I was 4.  Before that I would steal it off of my mother's bed until she was sick of that and gave it to me.  I have slept with this pillow every night except when I am traveling(sometimes I bring it sometimes not) or camping.&lt;br /&gt;It was my great grandmothers so not only has it seen most of my life it has seen greater.  The two of us, the pillow and I, have been through a lot.  It received multiple rips when I was younger because I hated how hot it got when it had a pillow case, so it usually went without one.  These rips were repaired with tape until I finally took it to my mother and she sowed them shut.  Now I keep two pillow cases on it because it still leaks feathers.  &lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday I went to the doctor and learned I have a small allergy to feathers.  Hopefully this will clear up as I go through tests and treatments for other things.  But that means for now my faithful friend of a pillow will no longer be there at night when I lay down to read and to sleep.  Goodbye for a while friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought this was going to be a birthday post didn't you?  That comes tomorrow ;}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-5034246313919982808?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5034246313919982808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=5034246313919982808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5034246313919982808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5034246313919982808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/ode-de-pillow.html' title='Ode de Pillow'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-1540845095882677443</id><published>2009-06-03T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:43:15.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes you think huh?</title><content type='html'>"Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo." &lt;br /&gt;- Don Marquis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been something on my mind ever since I heard  it mentioned up at school, and even more so when I hear someone else say something about it.  This is not intended to offend in anyway and I'm sorry that I am not that skilled of a writer, this is just meant for you to start thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;The thought is that all things are spiritual matters, there is no "worldly" and "spiritual" things.  It's all spiritual.  When I first heard this I was taken back, especially since my science teacher said it, but as he  continued to explain it started to make sense.    We usually say that things of knowledge, like science, are secular knowledge, and things speaking of Christ and God as spiritual.  But didn't God create it all?  Couldn't, and why not, He use physics, laws of nature, and so forth to hold the universe together.  Why not use math to create perfect proportions that humans find pleasing to the eye( this being the Golden Rule).  And so on and so forth.  Plus, this being a total Latter Day Saint view and can be ignored by others if wished, we are instructed to learn all that we can because it has been hinted that we will need it in the future.  &lt;br /&gt;As my teacher put a spin on the normal view it started to make sense.  Sure we humans can pollute stuff so it's not really of the right spirit but if all was created by God through Christ  why can't it all be spiritual?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-1540845095882677443?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1540845095882677443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=1540845095882677443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1540845095882677443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1540845095882677443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/makes-you-think-huh.html' title='Makes you think huh?'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-1217667661864757467</id><published>2009-05-25T01:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:41:04.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviews</title><content type='html'>"Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters."&lt;br /&gt;- William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a post about the new shows I've watched this past show season.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castle:&lt;br /&gt;A mystery writer follows a police officer because he claims she is his new muse. I only watched the first episode because it was Nathan Fillion, but after the first few minutes I really started to like it for being Castle.  It breaks away from the usual genre of detective work because it not only has comedy but it focuses more on... I don't know. Solving the crime to help the people and not just to solve it.  I guess that's a pretty lame description but that's what you're gonna get.  Oh and the acting is done very well.  Okay so maybe some of the characters are flat but they do a good job at what they do.  RENEWED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupid:&lt;br /&gt;This show is about a man who believes he is Cupid and he has to make 100 true love matches before he is allowed back on Mount Olympus.  I loved the idea of this show, and am very sad it was cancelled.  The characters were very loveable especially Trevor (the man who believes he was cupid).  Though I can see why it was cancelled.  The plot for every show was very predictable.  Trevor makes match, match seems perfect, match splits, Trevor saves match and makes them realize it is true love.  Though the over all plot ran deeper we will never see it develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones:&lt;br /&gt;An anthropologist and accompanying lab help the FBI solve murders.&lt;br /&gt;Though I came in at the 5th season I was not completely lost on what was going on.  A plus for someone who can't find the rest of the series, though I haven't looked hard.  The characters are intriguing and though the story line may becoming a little too out there with the cast it's still good.  There is much humor in this and will mostly likely have you smiling at one point or another during the show.  Especially with the interns they have.  Oh Nigal, you give a person with random facts hope.  Renewed for two seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie to Me:&lt;br /&gt;People solve different cases presented to them by using the micro expressions that we all use but might not know about.&lt;br /&gt;I really love this show.  The characters are really likable and the acting is really good.  The wit of the show is very... addicting is not the right work but something like that.  I think my favorite part of watching this show was walking into the BYU-I library and seeing the micro facial expressions up on some of the walls with information from the show.  Apparently I was not the only BUY-I student to watch and love Lie to Me.  RENEWED!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dollhouse:&lt;br /&gt;People sign over 5 years of their life and become "dolls." How?  Their personalities are wiped from their neurons and placed on a back up drive.  In this state they are innocent peaceful people.  They are however sold for a time to people with enough money.  They are given new personalities and sent off on an engagement, and then brought back and wiped once more.&lt;br /&gt;I started watching this because it was Joss Whedon, but stayed because it was so intriguing.  There was a twist at every corner.  I did call that Millie was a doll though, after we found out that Victor was one.  I also would have caught that Alpha was really Alpha if I had not been distracted when watching that particular episode, it was something he said.  I am very happy that this has been renewed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fringe:&lt;br /&gt;If you want to watch something that will give you the creeps after watching it, this is the show for you.  It deals with science that is more on the edges of science, thus the name Fringe.   This is not a show for the weak of stomach.  I think the first 6 episodes there was always one scene, or more, where I had to turn away because of the gruesomeness of it.  An example was one episode a guy got his had pulled into a machine, and you guessed it they didn't pull the camera away from it.  It will also make you rethink the world around you.  Oh and Spock was in the season finale!  Not Spock from the new star trek but Spock the original...so I guess he is in the new star trek, but whatever.  The acting is amazing, especially when you consider that 2+ of the cast are covering up their non American accent.  Renewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper's Island:&lt;br /&gt;A show about murders that happen to a wedding party on an island off of the coast of Oregon.  &lt;br /&gt;This show is also one that is not for the weak of stomach, there is much gore in the killings.  Such as the latest one where Richard was speared with a harpoon.  Though it is easy to call when someone is about to die, some of the time, it is a good intrigue to guess who is behind the murders.  Will it turn out that Wakefield, a man who is supposedly dead and killed 7 people 7 years earlier, really behind the murders or will it be JD the outcast of the family and who only wants attention.  Or the british dude.  I only accuse him because his girlfriend is into serial killers.  The best part about this show that you know it's only a 1 season show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legend of the Seeker:&lt;br /&gt;A show about a woods guide being pulled into a world of magic and becoming the Seeker of Truth.  His duty is to defeat the evil in the land, which at this point is/was Rahl.  He is accompanied by Kahlan a confessor, one who can by a single touch make someone totally and irrevocably devoted to her but also loosing who they were, and Zedd a wizard.&lt;br /&gt;This is supposed to be the same style of show as Hercules and Xena, and you do get that feel.  It is rather cheesy most of the time though does draw you in by the charm of the characters.  The acting can be rather poor at times but over all it's good.  If you have read the books don't expect the same story line.  Think of it as a distant cousin that has sort of the same bone structure but still different and looks almost nothing like you.  Also there is a lot more making out in the show than in the book, well the first book.  I haven't started #2 yet.   I would like to point something out here.  In the season finale Richard was confessed.  Yes he was also using the boxes of ordin and having an Ageal thrust into his back at the time but he was confessed!  Something the writers seemed to have overlooked after they finally killed Rahl.  The whole time after that happened and they were talking about new dangers I kept saying "And Richard was confessed!"  They probably over looked his confession, and probably used that the boxes of ordin cancelled it out, so there will still be that forbidden love thing between him and Kahlan.  Curse you writers.  *grumblegrumblebookisbettermurmermurmber"  Oh I guess for those that don't watch/read the books Kahlan and Richard can't show their love for each other because Kahlan might loose control of her power accidently and Richard would forget himself and focus solely on making Kahlan happy.  Thus letting evil win  so basically confessed Richard=bad.   Well that's my rant/ review of Seeker    Renewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta blaze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-1217667661864757467?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1217667661864757467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=1217667661864757467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1217667661864757467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1217667661864757467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/reviews.html' title='Reviews'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-7321966558232909924</id><published>2009-05-21T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:38:41.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." &lt;br /&gt;~ Leonard Cohen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought of another birthday present: star wars the force unleashed for the ps2.  Unless someone wants to buy an xbox 360 or a ps3 for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I applied to work at the BYU bookstore, tomorrow I think I will finally apply to the Marvell's since I'm pretty sure Cowabunga bay is not going to call back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is also Provo's legacy festival.  Should be fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Gotta blaze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-7321966558232909924?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7321966558232909924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=7321966558232909924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7321966558232909924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7321966558232909924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/poetry-is-just-evidence-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-3756880462387700030</id><published>2009-05-18T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:09:10.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I be taking notes?</title><content type='html'>"Every author in some way portrays himself in his works, even if it be against his will." ~Goethe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was interesting, well the weekend was.  &lt;br /&gt;Sadly there was no word from the interview people saying "Congratulations you now work for us!"  I am giving them till Friday to  call, if they don't I will call them, then continue looking for a job.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was given to the adult session of stake conference.  There were some very good talks about temples and there was a gorgeous sunset afterwards.  The kind that makes me want to pick up my paint brushes again and gain the level needed to paint something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I awoke a little before ten so I could get ready, not for stake conference, but for our stake's seminary graduation at 11.  I still have a few friends here ha ha.  It was a good meeting, afterwards I talked to Bounce about what she was going to do up at BYU-Idaho.  She is a spring/fall child so we will be there at the same time for fall semester.  Then I went and talked with Jess who will be going into the MTC on Wednesday.  It's hard to believe that it's been three years since we had early morning seminary together.  Then I talked to Sis. Larsen and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;After a hour and a half wait I drove to the tabernacle for stake conference.  Da and mom took grandma's car and sat in the parking lot to see if they could get reception with the transmitter they use to hear sacrament meeting as Da's immune system won't be strong enough for the general population until July or so, but seeing as the microphone didn't work for the first 10 minutes they left and waited for my notes to see what was said.&lt;br /&gt;I sat in our customary seating and waited for the meeting to start.  About ten minutes before Sis. Larsen came over and asked if I wanted to sit with her family. I said sure because sitting with people I knew was slightly better than sitting by myself.  The talks were really good and I enjoyed it, though not the fact that the building was hotter than outside.  But that only made it nice to walk outside after the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;A quirk, I guess you could call it, I get from my parents is to wait away from the car for the traffic to die down and then go to the car and drive home.  I chose to wait in the shade of a tree near the parking structure and read my Book of Mormon.  As I sat there about three families in my home ward walk by and offered me a ride home if I needed it.  It's good to know that I'm looked after =}&lt;br /&gt;After that it was a two and a half hour wait until a couple of other friends' seminary graduation.  That was a good meeting too, and it wasn't only because Hols sang a beautiful duet and Shar gave a wonderful talk.  &lt;br /&gt;It was a busy day for supposedly being a day of rest.  ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to mention that Katherine from my elementary school days is getting married. I went to her bridal shower a week or so ago.  It was good to have the old gang back together again.  We haven't been like that for 5 years now?  I think it's been that long.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/ShIrd69JgAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_Nt_XDSP5M4/s1600-h/DSCF3946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/ShIrd69JgAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_Nt_XDSP5M4/s200/DSCF3946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337376301429391362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and the whole reason this post was being written was to tell about FHE tonight.  Basically it was a blast.  There were card games played, a Jenga came that was a generic brand played, and a bunch of elementary style games that no matter how old you are that are just fun to play.  I really like the people in my singles ward. Well the people that I've met.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's enough for now, gotta blaze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-3756880462387700030?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3756880462387700030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=3756880462387700030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/3756880462387700030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/3756880462387700030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/should-i-be-taking-notes.html' title='Should I be taking notes?'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/ShIrd69JgAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_Nt_XDSP5M4/s72-c/DSCF3946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-4080431055784386103</id><published>2009-05-16T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:18:09.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A short list</title><content type='html'>"What I like in a good author is not what he says, but what he whispers."&lt;br /&gt;~ Logan Pearsall Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is close to my birthday I thought I'd put a list up.  Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDs&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Paper(the album)-Michelle Branch:&lt;br /&gt;All I ever Wanted(the album)-Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;Specials By Scott Westerfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:  It seems i got a present early!  My Da is so wonderful he read my mind and got iwork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-4080431055784386103?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4080431055784386103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=4080431055784386103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4080431055784386103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4080431055784386103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/short-list.html' title='A short list'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-7722915782184730541</id><published>2009-05-07T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:03:46.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs and a heart attack</title><content type='html'>“I write for the same reason I breathe — because if I didn’t, I would die.” -Isaac Asimov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I got a call back for one of the jobs I applied too, I'm not going to say which one just incase that'll be a jinx.  I was so wired from being nervous and excited, this being my first actual interview for a job, I stayed up till 5 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I watched a few shows online that I had missed during the week, read, and had the living daylights scared out of me by my mother.&lt;br /&gt;See I was sitting towards the edge of the bed I'm sleeping in till my room is finished.  I had been staring at my computer screen for two hours so I could not see anything in the dark, I had my headphones in so I couldn't hear anything.  I suddenly felt something push on the edge of the bed not far from me, I ignored it until I saw a shadow move against the light from the bathroom a few seconds later.   Several things ran through my head: It's a murderer!  Monster engineered by ZFT!  A doll coming to kill me!&lt;br /&gt;See when you watch shows like Harper's Island(a one season show about people getting killed on an island.  There's more to the backround but that sums it up), Fringe (a show about science that's out there), and DollHouse ( a show where people become whoever the scientists want them to by implanting personalities)  and the other murder mysteries I watch you can see why I thought this.  Though I do believe my yelled reaction was "WHAT THE FRACK?" and I jumped about three feet in the air  scaring both my poor mother who was just asking why I was up and my poor father sleeping a room over.  This is a lesson: When you're daughter is on the computer at 4:30 in the morning just turn on the light and scare her that way please?  Love ya mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had the job interview.  I sat in a cramped waiting area for thirty minutes with other applicants as they came and went.  You could tell the high schoolers from the graduates because the high schoolers wore their everyday clothes and the graduates made an attempt to look nice.&lt;br /&gt;I think my interview went well.  I think that knowing ASL was a perk that caught his attention and the fact they need office people and oh hey I worked at an office for a school year!  Hopefully I will get a call at the end of next week saying I'm hired.  The one bad thing is the day I need off, the only day I need off the whole summer, is when this place might be opening.  Talk about your bad timing right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-7722915782184730541?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7722915782184730541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=7722915782184730541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7722915782184730541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7722915782184730541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/jobs-and-heart-attack.html' title='Jobs and a heart attack'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-1354036292460682269</id><published>2009-05-03T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:52:09.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Sunburn</title><content type='html'>"Let us hope that we are all preceded in this world by a love story."&lt;br /&gt;- Don Snyder &lt;br /&gt;This past week I have started to work out in the garden clearing out the weeds, mostly grass, to make way for the current and future plants.  While working an hour each day I've acquired something I call the Texas sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;On the first official day when  I was visiting Nannie and Poopah for the summer in Texas we went to the beach, the three of us plus my two cousins.  It was a Sunday so I stayed out of the water chasing sand crabs, collecting sea shells, and building things out of the sand while my cousins enjoyed the water.  I apparently wasn't wearing a long enough shirt, because later that week when I slid off of the couch to sit on the floor part of my back hurt.  When I went to go look in the mirror why I saw that on the small of my back I had a strip of sunburned skin where my shirt hadn't met my shorts.&lt;br /&gt;So the same thing happened this week and that's why it's called a Texas Sunburn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-1354036292460682269?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1354036292460682269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=1354036292460682269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1354036292460682269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1354036292460682269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/texas-sunburn.html' title='Texas Sunburn'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-613943479765080093</id><published>2009-04-28T02:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:32:27.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Hunting</title><content type='html'>“You cannot open a book without learning something.” &lt;br /&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job hunting is not fun.  Filling out different applications with the same information over and over again is tiring.   I thought that was what a resume was for, fill out all your information once, copy then send it to hundreds of places.  I finally learned my High school's address though, to bad I won't need it for anything besides job applications!&lt;br /&gt;Places I've applied:&lt;br /&gt;Barnes and Noble&lt;br /&gt;Good Earth (there was a math test that went with it, hope I did okay on it)&lt;br /&gt;Cowabunga Bay (really hope I get a job here)&lt;br /&gt;Macey's the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;Dillard's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a few other places that I can't remember at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Like my AF teacher said, this is the worst time to go out into the world to find a job, to bad I still need the money for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that I got to go work in the garden today, reconnected with the earth and all that ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I went to lazer assault for a friends birthday.  I proudly say that I was number one once again =}  Maybe I should apply to something that involves those skills, like a police officer, or the army or professional paintballer....  Paintballer it is! ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-613943479765080093?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/613943479765080093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=613943479765080093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/613943479765080093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/613943479765080093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/job-hunting.html' title='Job Hunting'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-7885075916950954867</id><published>2009-04-11T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:25:26.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Semester</title><content type='html'>"Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story" &lt;br /&gt;- Max Ehrman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So looking back at this semester, I think it was a great one.  My grades aren't exactly where I wanted them to be but my life is.  I found friends that I will have mostly likely for the next four years and hopefully after that as well.  I grew intellectually, spiritually, and sadly physically (sadly because I grew from east to west instead of north to south).&lt;br /&gt;There were so many crazy times that to tell all of them would take several days orally and would probably fill a book or two if I wrote them all down with definitive detail. &lt;br /&gt;There were also times of trails and roommates wanting to maim, if not kill, each other but the important part was that we got through it all okay.  &lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorite pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SewG1eDeppI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lNfYaTQpVZE/s1600-h/DSCF2854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SewG1eDeppI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lNfYaTQpVZE/s200/DSCF2854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326639974942942866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SewG1JQ6JTI/AAAAAAAAAII/_-ere0k7VY4/s1600-h/DSCF2689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SewG1JQ6JTI/AAAAAAAAAII/_-ere0k7VY4/s200/DSCF2689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326639969362126130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SewG071-z7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Eq5N2SovQsY/s1600-h/DSCF2598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SewG071-z7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Eq5N2SovQsY/s200/DSCF2598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326639965759524786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SewGGHoE6pI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3TGa7oexHes/s1600-h/DSCF3768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SewGGHoE6pI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3TGa7oexHes/s200/DSCF3768.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326639161468578450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SewGF7L_eMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DvdPE-Teb7M/s1600-h/DSCF3663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SewGF7L_eMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DvdPE-Teb7M/s200/DSCF3663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326639158129555650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SewGFiROS0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/lVfNntW_owU/s1600-h/DSCF3330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SewGFiROS0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/lVfNntW_owU/s200/DSCF3330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326639151440612162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SewGFVsc1JI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WD74W9y-Pd4/s1600-h/DSCF3271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SewGFVsc1JI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WD74W9y-Pd4/s200/DSCF3271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326639148065150098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SewGFOF4UHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bG4-sd-B2_A/s1600-h/DSCF3132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SewGFOF4UHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bG4-sd-B2_A/s200/DSCF3132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326639146024325234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just keep in mind, these are only a fraction of my favorites...... if some of them need explanation, just ask and I'll gladly explain what's going on or why it is my favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-7885075916950954867?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7885075916950954867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=7885075916950954867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7885075916950954867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7885075916950954867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/semester.html' title='The Semester'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SewG1eDeppI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lNfYaTQpVZE/s72-c/DSCF2854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-5207199814758782923</id><published>2009-04-08T01:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:14:10.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two down, two to go</title><content type='html'>"A room without books is like a body without a soul." - Cicero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I only have two finals left.  My presentation went good I think, especially since everyone else in my group pretty much bs all their info.  I finished the paper and hopefully it'll be good enough.  The regular spanish test went  a little bit better than usual but we will see what the final score is later.&lt;br /&gt;My science test went really good I think.  I felt really confided for a lot of the questions, especially the ones that went a long the lines of this:&lt;br /&gt;You have half way through the test, good job!  Remember don't change any answers unless you are sure you are wrong.  Fill in the right answer (c)&lt;br /&gt;A.  incorrect&lt;br /&gt;B. incorrect&lt;br /&gt;C. correct&lt;br /&gt;D. incorrect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my science teacher and am really sad to see him go because I won't be taking another one of his classes.  He is a geology professor and since I'm just not that into rocks I don't think it's going to work out. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today the weather was sooo nice!  It got up to around 55 degrees so me and my roomies went down to the stadium and laid out on the turf.  It was so nice to get some sun, even though I now have the first sunburn of the year, it's not that bad.  My roommate Kim got her arm burned, in a strip, and nothing else is red.  I feel kinda bad, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing about the end of the semester is knowing I won't see a lot of people ever again.  Like a lot of people in my ward that I'm not good friends with but I say hi too.  Or the people I look forward to talking to in my classes.  Oh how I will miss my theater class.  They always make me smile.  &lt;br /&gt;Well I should go study some more for my American Foundations final.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Blaze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-5207199814758782923?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5207199814758782923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=5207199814758782923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5207199814758782923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5207199814758782923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-down-two-to-go.html' title='Two down, two to go'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-5142750132264689955</id><published>2009-04-04T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:59:39.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Short update</title><content type='html'>"The two most engaging powers of an author are to make new things familiar and familiar things new." ~Samuel Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is very stressful right now. I have never had to deal with finals before, not even last semester.  This time I have to deal with 4.  Two are for spanish, one I took and got a 97% on, one for American foundation, and the last is for Science foundations.  Did I also mention I had a regular test in spanish, I have a ten page paper, and a group presentation due on monday?  All for spanish.  Why did I ever get it into my head that I HAD to take that class I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;Other than the stress from finals almost killing me, I'm doing good.  The group (my roommates, next door, Sea Bass, and Nate)  has been going to play wallyball a lot lately.  It's so much fun!  Though I come out every time with huge  bruises on my wrists from it.  I don't think I'm getting enough vitamin K.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's sad that everyone becomes comfortable with each other just as the semester is ending.  Like last night my FHE sister came over and talked to me for an hour and a half because she was just having a bad day and needed someone to talk to.  And I'm finally getting to know other neighbors.   But that just seems how life goes.&lt;br /&gt;Conference today was amazing as usual and sparked good conversation in my apartment.  &lt;br /&gt;Well that's about it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-5142750132264689955?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5142750132264689955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=5142750132264689955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5142750132264689955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5142750132264689955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-update.html' title='Short update'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-7363611050908173573</id><published>2009-03-06T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T02:01:04.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random FB thing</title><content type='html'>"Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work." ~ Aristotle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is this thing going around FB to make your own band/album/art for said album.  Only in an interestingly fun way.  Here are the instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random”&lt;br /&gt;or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random&lt;br /&gt;The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to Quotations Page and select "random quotations"&lt;br /&gt;or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3&lt;br /&gt;The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”&lt;br /&gt;or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days&lt;br /&gt;Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Use Photoshop (or something like Picasa or picnik.com) to put it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Post it to FB with this text in the "caption" or "comment" and TAG the friends to get them to join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly it is WAY addictive.  Here are four that I did for myself and helped other people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was mine, and the first I did.  It turned out really cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SbDlGf7LglI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cyqADHrb7fE/s1600-h/band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SbDlGf7LglI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cyqADHrb7fE/s200/band.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309995860481507922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was for Kat.  I like this one the second best, which is funny because it is the second one I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SbDlGY8zrfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jT4iBQQ0EYk/s1600-h/katsband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SbDlGY8zrfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jT4iBQQ0EYk/s200/katsband.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309995858609286642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was for Jordon.  I didn't really like the color of the font because you can't read all of the Album's name very well, but Jordon did and that is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SbDlGlsV-hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3fGMKgl50JY/s1600-h/n1069839692_359734_4370880.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SbDlGlsV-hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3fGMKgl50JY/s200/n1069839692_359734_4370880.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309995862029892114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was for Elysha and was semi hard to do because if one color of font worked in one area it wouldn't work in another and you can still kinda see that.  But I really, really like the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SbDlGkfiqjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Aozhssn-XeU/s1600-h/2578_1111207381284_1259871391_30336284_4358836_n.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SbDlGkfiqjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Aozhssn-XeU/s200/2578_1111207381284_1259871391_30336284_4358836_n.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309995861707762226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably post more later... If only graphic design was this easy I go into it as a major ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-7363611050908173573?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7363611050908173573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=7363611050908173573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7363611050908173573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7363611050908173573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-fb-thing.html' title='Random FB thing'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SbDlGf7LglI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cyqADHrb7fE/s72-c/band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-6306339319671453112</id><published>2009-02-02T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:36:46.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much...</title><content type='html'>"Keep your fears to yourself, but share your inspiration with others."&lt;br /&gt;- Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to tell so little time....&lt;br /&gt;So I pretty much have the best roomies ever!  We have so much fun together.  Thursday we had a sleepover out in the living room.... Two couches pushed together is not enough room for four girls.   Around 1 ish Jordon moved to the floor to make more room for the rest of us, Kim however missed that memo and stayed where she was.  One one couch.  So for the rest of the night me and Liz were one on couch smooshed together while Kim was spread out on the other.  It was not a good night sleep wise, fun wise it was awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;Friday morning felt like a Saturday so we finally took some TMNT pictures.  I only have one on my comp right now so I'll post more later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SYcqnLoBsnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gHvfgzg0_ho/s1600-h/n589680615_2440749_5165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SYcqnLoBsnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gHvfgzg0_ho/s200/n589680615_2440749_5165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298250339248616050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to Bidolph for the game night.  However we only stayed for 30 minutes because we were waiting for Elysha and Sea Bass to get back from their  date, then we went sledding.  Which as always was amazing, painful but amazing.&lt;br /&gt;This time I only went for a few runs because I took the wrong gloves and they absorbed water like nothing else and then froze so mostly I had my hands in my coat and I took pictures and videos.  This one is my favorite because of Kat at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9fa85e8ec85ff986" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9fa85e8ec85ff986%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155431%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1273374C778EC2A9D1C9002F0A4C21AD65531FC7.91BF7F808CCA5B98848446E8A9582FD74678ECE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9fa85e8ec85ff986%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIgzieZAp_enKl4l7GF8Oh17zPr4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9fa85e8ec85ff986%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155431%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1273374C778EC2A9D1C9002F0A4C21AD65531FC7.91BF7F808CCA5B98848446E8A9582FD74678ECE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9fa85e8ec85ff986%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIgzieZAp_enKl4l7GF8Oh17zPr4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that when they hit the jump Kat's shoe went with Liz instead of staying with Kat.   Oh and this was Kat's first time going sledding because she's from South Carolina.  She had a blast.  And the chick at the beginning talking?  Yeah that's Kim, my roommate.&lt;br /&gt;That night we had another sleep over in the living room.  Don't worry we were smart this time and brought our mattresses out to sleep on. We woke up late on Saturday, sadly missing our kickboxing class.   Basically we nothing the whole day... That is until Liz got back from IF with Deb.  We watch the Truman Show and then Liz got the weirdest idea to have a pillow bumping fight..... It was random but fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then around 9 pm we got a call from Kat saying that we should go to a hip hop dance.  So we did.  It was so much fun!  I called sea bass and this is basically what I said to him:&lt;br /&gt;"Don't ask questions.  Meet us at the MC, bring as many people as you can and bring a dollar for each of them"    That was Liz's Idea.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be only him and Han but it was way fun.  Afterwards we went to Micky D's with a bunch of Liz's friends we met at the dance.  That was also a ton of fun.  We even made it back for curfew.  &lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to a Break the Fast with our relief society.  It was so fun to talk to the girls in a relaxed setting.&lt;br /&gt;Then the boys, Sea Bass and Han, came over to watch a tv show called Wipeout with Me, Liz, Kim, Jordon, Megan and Elysha.  It was a lot of fun.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm on a volleyball team with Elysha, Liz, Maria, Kristy, Elisa, me and Breena.  We might have not won any games yet but we have tons of fun, even if I always hurt myself somehow. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta blaze!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-6306339319671453112?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9fa85e8ec85ff986&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6306339319671453112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=6306339319671453112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/6306339319671453112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/6306339319671453112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-much.html' title='So much...'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SYcqnLoBsnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gHvfgzg0_ho/s72-c/n589680615_2440749_5165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-3797916272547889148</id><published>2009-01-13T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:55:31.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxers or Briefs?</title><content type='html'>"We shouldn't look for someone to complete us, but rather be complete in ourselves. Two complete people can still be one."&lt;br /&gt;100th post wahoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, a quick explanation of boxers or briefs.   It's a lot like Apples to Apples.  Only instead of having one card with one word on it you have a card with several phrases on it.  The categories are:  I am, I...,  I want, I like, I don't, I have.    Each card will have one of each category.  There is a six sided dice that you roll and it will pick the category for you.    You have a judge and those that place a card.  Then the judge picks the funniest, that player gets a briefs token, and the most true, this player gets a briefs token.  The first with 6 tokens wins.  &lt;br /&gt;It is a very fun game though there are some wow in a bad way lines.  Most lines are funny though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the welcome back bash dance on saturday and had a blast.  We even met some new friends.  Im sure the dance would have been better if Liz was there but she was in Utah.  Sunday was fun to because we had a potluck dinner and played, you guessed it, boxers or briefs.  I like having activities every week.  Our room has decided on having movie nights every friday because Liz and Kim brought so many .  It's great.&lt;br /&gt;Also last night was FHE with the ward it was a blast.  We had name tags but we, my apartment, put the TMNT names because we decided they are cool and we will be them once we go to the store and get the appropriate colored fabric.  I know we are strange but it's college.  Only a few people got the joke and most just asked us our real names.  It was nice because there was a ton of free pizza and we got to hang out some boys, mostly Han.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had been back at the apartment for a few hours I got a text from Sea Bass that said he thought that Han was on the way over.  He then explained that Han had left randomly, not so random I found out later, and Sea Bass didn't know anywhere else he would go.&lt;br /&gt;So I texted Han and asked if he was okay, it being around 11:15 pm.   He said he was on a walk because the boys had started to watch 300 in his room, I'm guessing it wasn't edited either.   I texted Sea bass and asked what he was doing watching an R movie and he said don't worry about it.  I texted back and told him I was going to worry, and he said he was doing laundry and he wasn't "really" watching it.   I'm proud of Han for not watching and disappointed in the other boys for watching because I know of at least three scenes in there that are not suitable for pre missionaries or for any member.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end on a good note my science teacher is awesome.  He teaches exactly how I like to learn, through stories.  And he taught in the Middle East for a few years before coming to the Y-I.    Oh yeah, I think I'm going to like this semester a lot!  Plus my roomies just rule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-3797916272547889148?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3797916272547889148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=3797916272547889148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/3797916272547889148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/3797916272547889148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/boxers-or-briefs.html' title='Boxers or Briefs?'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-4494046324818202743</id><published>2009-01-07T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:39:41.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inight</title><content type='html'>"To be great is to be misunderstood."&lt;br /&gt;-Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was inight and it was so much fun.    Here are some pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SWTKCKk81UI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OdOc6tNKRc4/s1600-h/DSCF2583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SWTKCKk81UI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OdOc6tNKRc4/s200/DSCF2583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288574000987690306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bungee Ball, I'm not sure if that's the right name, was so much fun.  It made you sore because you and the person you were against fought for the same rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SWTKB6dIbmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/k0KTwqeyajg/s1600-h/DSCF2581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SWTKB6dIbmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/k0KTwqeyajg/s200/DSCF2581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288573996659928674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Breena going for a shot.  She's not our roommate but she might as well be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SWTKBJ59cAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ge0BPCm00N8/s1600-h/DSCF2566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SWTKBJ59cAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ge0BPCm00N8/s200/DSCF2566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288573983627505666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roller-skating was a lot of fun, especially since some of us took a good 10 minutes before being able to move without losing control =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SWTKA3TH2PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nGnkPICywe4/s1600-h/DSCF2575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SWTKA3TH2PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nGnkPICywe4/s200/DSCF2575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288573978632771826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz and Jordon taking a break from roller-skating &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SWTKAm7yuFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lEzw8he_qS0/s1600-h/DSCF2574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SWTKAm7yuFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lEzw8he_qS0/s200/DSCF2574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288573974239950930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordon, Breena and Kim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SWTKey7MNtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nr5mpIwbo9U/s1600-h/DSCF2600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SWTKey7MNtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nr5mpIwbo9U/s200/DSCF2600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288574492854728402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were walking around we meet up with a girl that was in my math class last semester.  She told us about a carriage ride and we just had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SWTKeos5wFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aqYitnV0e9M/s1600-h/DSCF2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SWTKeos5wFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aqYitnV0e9M/s200/DSCF2599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288574490110443602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SWTKedQvNxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pwiA2QGFjTs/s1600-h/DSCF2598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SWTKedQvNxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pwiA2QGFjTs/s200/DSCF2598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288574487039522578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this has been an amazing semester.  And I hope it continues to be that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-4494046324818202743?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4494046324818202743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=4494046324818202743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4494046324818202743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4494046324818202743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/inight.html' title='inight'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SWTKCKk81UI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OdOc6tNKRc4/s72-c/DSCF2583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-9067412422788029976</id><published>2009-01-04T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:49:12.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quicky</title><content type='html'>"In life, you can never do a kindness too soon because you never know how soon it will be too late."&lt;br /&gt;~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day back in the dorms.  I arrived last night with Mom and Da.  We stayed in a hotel and around 8 we came to the apartment.  I ran to check to see if Bekka was in her office, you were right mom, and got the keys to my new room.  I was the first one here and was until 1ish when my room roommate Kim arrived.  Then I met a neighbor and hung out with her because Kim went to I connect.  Then Liz came, then Jordan.  &lt;br /&gt;We had a blast tonight.  We played a game called boxer or briefs and it is hilarious!  I also met Allie's new roommate, since I invited her to play games because I knew she was all alone.  She was great fun as well.  &lt;br /&gt;Then the four of us, roomies, took a see what color personality you are test.  It was great fun, we were laughing most of the time at questions.  Then somehow Liz ended up yelling at some girls that she was from West somewhere too.  So they came over and  hung out for a good 30 minutes.   I think this will be a very fun, very interesting semester...  And another plus?  Liz is a clean freak, Yea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-9067412422788029976?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9067412422788029976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=9067412422788029976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/9067412422788029976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/9067412422788029976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-quicky.html' title='Just a quicky'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8737093915719420581</id><published>2008-12-10T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:04:14.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas List</title><content type='html'>I promised I would put this up here so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDs&lt;br /&gt;Silent Force   within temptation&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Paper   Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;Comatose  Skillet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;Pretties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash is always welcome since I am a poor college student.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe itunes gift card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8737093915719420581?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8737093915719420581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8737093915719420581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8737093915719420581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8737093915719420581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-list.html' title='Christmas List'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8010207508401369572</id><published>2008-12-10T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:40:53.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quickie</title><content type='html'>"The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story." - Ursula K. Le Guin &lt;br /&gt;So quick update.    While I was home I went to Rissy's birthday party, which was a huge blast!    I saw twilight, it was awful... for the most part.  Then I came back to school.   I went to a play with Dustin, it was good.  Um... I played commando tonight with Han, Marie, and Dustin.  That was amazingly fun.  I must find a park at home that has enough cover to play this game and introduce it to my friends.   &lt;br /&gt;Um... nothing really exciting has happened.  We passed white glove so that's good.  Um... that's about it.  So I'm coming home in two days and I can't wait.  Oh and I've spent 18 hours + in the woodsroom this week.  And there will be more hours to come.  I am almost finished with my clock though.  I have only to router the holes for the hinges, put putty in the gaps, put the hinges on the clock and the door, fit the glass, put the face in, put the clock workings in, put the pendulum in the clock, stain the clock, and put finishing on the clock.  Wahoo.&lt;br /&gt;See ya'all soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8010207508401369572?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8010207508401369572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8010207508401369572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8010207508401369572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8010207508401369572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/quickie.html' title='A quickie'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-930217803033470986</id><published>2008-11-23T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T02:14:40.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wahooooooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>"Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, and life to everything."&lt;br /&gt;-Plato&lt;br /&gt;Saturday of last week was uneventful.  I stayed up late friday and watched Bones online.  I think it was a very bad day when our apartment found out that you could watch full episodes online.  And Saturday I slept in and really didn't do much.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was ward conference and I sat next to Han the whole time.  &lt;br /&gt;Monday was FHE and we combined with some other groups, one was Dustin's cause it was his 19th birthday.  Did I mention he leaves on his mission 5 days after fall semester ends?  Anyway we played a, as in 1 , game of capture the flag in the Gardens before everyone boring left.  And in saying everyone boring I mean everyone but Marie, Dustin, Han, and I.  So we played a game called Commando.  Now it's not what you think.  It is a game like hide and go seek, only you have bases you have to touch in order and the person counting has to stay in place.  It is a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; fun game.  Then Dustin tripped on some steps and went to bandage himself up, it was kinda gross let me tell you.  Then Marie left because a contact had popped out and she was half blind.  So that left me and Han, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;, in the Gardens.   It was not as awkward as one might think.  Oh and to all those who haven't heard the Gardens are the place where most proposals happen.  Then Marie came back and we went into the Taylor building for a drink.  That is where we found a brochure for the British Literary Tour.  A tour that takes a month and you get to go to Britain, Ireland, Wales, and Paris!  All in all about a month of traveling for about 3500 dollars plus tuition so about 4100 dollars, plus you get credit for school.  Welcome to my new dream trip.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway Dustin came back and we played for a few more rounds then we all went home.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was devotional and my stake president from my home ward came and talked, that was cool.  Oh and I saw one of my friends from elementary school that I haven't seen since middle school.  Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was enrichment, not that exciting but I did meet some more people, just in time for the end of the semester.  &lt;br /&gt;Thursday was this amazing forum entitled  When Souls Had Wings: A Look At The Pre-Existence.    It was amazing!!!  I can't wait for that book to come out.  It's all about how the Pre-Existence, though that's not correct it should be the pre-mortal existence but that's a side note, has been looked at all through history to explain things and it's just amazing how the guy presented it.  Some of the people I talked to afterwards said it was over their heads and some even fell asleep but I was was so interested I didn't even realize what time it was when it ended.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Dustin was there.  He walked me to class afterward even though he was staying for the QandA session.  And I asked him to go to a play with me.  &lt;br /&gt;English got out early so when I was sitting at home doing nothing Tiffany came over and asked if I would go visiting teaching with her.  How could I deny my favorite (FHE) sister?  So I said yes.  Side note it's kinda our thing to say FAVORITE SISTER! When ever we see each other.  And then Charice or Maria will get "jealous" so we have to amend it to one of my favorite sisters!  I love  my FHE group. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway that was fun.  Then later Dustin came over to play Risk.  I kinda won, but only because he went easy and he was being the computer player.  Then we went and played Commando with Marie and Han.  After that we went and wandered buildings that we hadn't been in before.  I finally got to see the Spori!  It's the art building and I'm going back when the art gallery is open too.   Then we got kicked out of the Smith because it was 1130.  We had stopped there and were doing the newspaper sodoku.  &lt;br /&gt;Dustin walked Marie home, and Han walked me home.  When I walked in the door Danielle ask how did that happen, because I left with Dustin but came back with Han.    Funny what life will do huh lol.&lt;br /&gt;Friday we failed our clean check so now we have to do white glove.  I love when people don't clean.&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home!! And when I say home I mean home, the place that I have lived since I was almost 9 in the city I have lived my whole life!   It's good to be back in a house that's big.  After a very productive woods class mind you.  I'm now ahead of the class!   &lt;br /&gt;Oh and I met Han's parents too.  See I was sitting on my couch watching a tv show and I heard a buzzing.  I thought it was the Main character's phone and wondered why she wasn't answering, then I realized it was my phone on the arm rest.  Oops.  Well I answered it and it was Sea Bass.  He said "We're doing something fun at Biddolph, you should come."  I said okay and hung up.  I then made Allyx go with me.  Why?  I knew the real reason Sea Bass had called.  Han's parents were there.  See everyone seems to think it's fun to try to push Han and I together.  I don't like it because if it's meant to be it will take it's own time and plus I don't like being force to do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;, just ask family or friends.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway they turned out to be really nice people.  They did ask for some details about things but that's only because they were curious about what Han hadn't told them.  We talked for the better part of an hour, then I had to go to woods.    While I liked them I just hope they liked me.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went to PHS's school play and met up with Jan and Kandy.  They weren't as excited to see me as I was them.  Oh well.  After the play I called Hols to see if she wanted to hang out.  Now there was the reaction I was looking for.  I got there and soon Levi, Sharla and some boys I don't know showed up.  We watched Wall-E,  which is the cutest movie btw, I highly recommend it.   And then I left to come home.   &lt;br /&gt;Sadly my cousin is not here at the moment, she is back east until tuesday, or maybe that is a good thing because I can get some sleep lol.  &lt;br /&gt;I love being home for several reasons too.  I don't have to make my own food from a poor college student's budget, I can talk to my mother anytime with out worrying about my phone dying  and I can see my da anytime I want to, when he's not at work.   LIfe back home is great!&lt;br /&gt;Well Gotta Blaze!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention I'M HOME!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-930217803033470986?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/930217803033470986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=930217803033470986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/930217803033470986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/930217803033470986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/wahooooooooooooooo.html' title='wahooooooooooooooo'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-4418468286646343547</id><published>2008-11-14T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:55:16.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>"No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader." ~ Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday I woke up around noon and went onto FB.  I had one new friend request and guess who it was?  Justin!  Only I learned his name is Dustin.  At least I was only one letter off right?  Anyway to make a long story short we went and played basketball together.  Well tried to anyway, all the courts were taken up so we played racquetball instead.  It was way fun, though I do feel bad because I beat him 3 games to one.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I don't really remember what I did so obviously it's not important.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went to church alone.   Kristen was out of town while Allyx and Danielle slept in.  So as I'm looking for a seat in sacrament I hear a "Kanani!" from behind me so I turn and there is Dustin. So I sat with him because he was also alone.   And wouldn't you know it bishop was giving me a look all of the meeting.  I really just wanted to stand up and be like "I'm not dating anyone seriously bishop!  I promise."  but I couldn't so I avoided looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;The end of Sacrament I stood up and who should be sitting a row behind and a few seats over but Han.  I waved and he waved back.  Then Dustin and I went to sunday school.  Yes we sat next to each other again.  Then sunday school was over so I stood up to go to RS and he so he stood up too.  I asked him where he was going and he said he guessed priesthood was in that room but he'd walk me to RS.  So he did, and he picked me up too and walked me home.  Meanwhile we passed Han and Parkeve, I had to hit his arm to get him to look.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Monday was FHE.  That was fun.  We got lost going to our 1st counselor's house so we drove around for and hour trying to find it.  Which was pretty fun.  There were like three cars in our parade and I think we may have made some people mad, oh well.  Watcha gonna do right?&lt;br /&gt;When we finally arrived we played Baby If You Love Me Give Me A Smile.  it was a blast.  Not only did we learn a lot about how to get each other to laugh we learned who could do impersonations really, really well.&lt;br /&gt;After driving back, this only took about ten minutes, I realized I still had laundry in the laundry room and had to take it out.  So I ran inside and after grabbing all the necessary things looked at my phone and saw that I had one missed call.  I looked and it was an Idaho number.  I realized it must have been Han and went outside to see if he was still there.  He was and he asked me out on a date.  It was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to bed... I think.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was good.  Classes were normal I guess cause I can't really remember anything important.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night was really good.  Han picked me up at 7 to go to the stake dance, that was our date.  It was kinda dumb cause the first thirty minutes there was no music, and then when they started to play some it was period music that was hard to dance too.  Though after the first couple songs it got way better.  I think this is the first stake dance that I have danced to all the slow songs, all three that they played,  I guess that's the advantage of having a date.   The second to last dance was an Anastasia song, go figure.  Basically it was a really fun dance.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was okay.  It was our last water polo game cause we lost it.  I played for the first quarter and that was it.  But thats okay because the person who didn't want to play played for the other quarters.  But I'm not bitter.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Today was good.  We finally cleaned the apartment.  It was so disgusting. I hope we never skip a clean check again.  &lt;br /&gt;Then I was kidnapped by Han, Sea Bass, Parkeve, and Andrew to go see the new 007 movie.  To bad it was sold out when we got there.  But we had fun walking there, a thirty minute walk, and back again  at night.   Sarcasm aside it was really fun.  Specially when I stole Andrew's hat and he didn't notice till we had left a food place and started to run back for it.  That was funny. &lt;br /&gt;Laterz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-4418468286646343547?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4418468286646343547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=4418468286646343547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4418468286646343547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4418468286646343547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-7307109548078701207</id><published>2008-11-08T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:17:43.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>"You write to communicate to the hearts and minds of others what's burning inside you. And we edit to let the fire show through the smoke." ~ Arthur Polotnik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for posing twice in one day but I figure it's better to start small blogs than one big one so there ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up and looked at my clock and jumped out of bed because it was 11, I have a class at 11:30.  I raced to get dressed and everything then I looked at Allyx's clock, it said 10:05.  That's when I remembered I haven't set my clock back an hour.  And I won't for another two weeks either.  So then i sat down and had breakfast because I was just going to skip it when I "didn't" have time.&lt;br /&gt;Math class was great, it got out 30 minutes early.  So I came home and relaxed for three hours.  Then I went to woods.  There I did the second pass on my top piece with the router and worked on starting the piece of the pediment that will be seen.  The first attempt left me with a board that was too thin.  It was sad really because it was a nice looking piece of cedar.  The second piece was perfect.  Now I just have to cut the piece for the trim and I just need to do the door and the carved bottom and I'll be done!  I also helped two of the guys put their back pieces on so I felt smart.  &lt;br /&gt;When I came home Danielle, two of the girls next door went to the Galley to get something to eat, well Danielle did, I was still full from my two potato lunch.  Then we sat down to watch a movie I despise.  Well I didn't watch it I was on my computer.  Then 8:45 rolled around and I went to the boys dorm to game night.  They had card and board games but the only kind of game that was played was computer/video games.  It was sweet, projectors, tvs, tons of computers.  I was in heaven, and so were the boys.  I also made a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;I was getting some chips, though I shouldn't have since I'm sick, and I looked over and he looked away quickly, so I did a slow second look and smiled at him.   About ten minutes later he came over to where Sea Bass, Han, Andrew, and I were playing Call of Duty 4 on the xbox 360 and played with us.  He was really nice and funny.  I think his name is Justin, I'm about 95% sure that's his name anyway.  It was tons of fun, I'm not gonna lie.  &lt;br /&gt;Then I came home at 12:45.  We had played games for 3 and 1/2 hours.   Oh Han and I also played a game of pool, he won but barely, and we played jenga too.  I won that.  &lt;br /&gt;Well that was my day.  It was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta go to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-7307109548078701207?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7307109548078701207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=7307109548078701207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7307109548078701207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/7307109548078701207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-509177405712360349</id><published>2008-11-07T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:55:16.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>"Write something to suit yourself and many people will like it; write something to suit everybody and scarcely anyone will care for it." - Jesse Stuart &lt;br /&gt;So Tuesday I wake up at 10:30 so I still managed to get atleast 6 hours of sleep.  I went to my humanities class and my teacher not only found a new way to quiz us but to embarrass those who are far behind in the Odyssey into catching up.  What did he do?  He asked what book we are on. I was right on schedule, book 12, but I was surprised that some people were on book 1 or hadn't even gotten the book yet.  Then we had a good discussion on books 6-8. &lt;br /&gt;Then it was back home and then to devotional.  I sat next to Charice my FHE sister.  We had a grand old time talking. See before devotional they play shots from around campus and sometimes the temple in IF, but they play the same thing every week.  So we talked about how it felt like de javu.  It was funnier than it sounds.   After that it was off to english, which was a blast, as always.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to home to watch the election on my computer.   First I must give history.   I applied for an absentee ballot so I could vote for the very first time.  Well Monday had rolled around and I hadn't gotten it yet and the ballot needed to be postmarked by Monday so I called home and my wonderful mother got the county to send me an e-mail vote.  So I voted, and wouldn't you guess the actual ballot came on Tuesday?  But I wasn't the only one there is a girl in my math class that the same happened.  So it was the state's fault.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I sat there watching the election on BBC, the british are fun to listen too.  Then at 930 I went to water polo practice.  I was told kayaking had the pool til ten.  So I waited, thinking the others would show up.  Ben did but he left once he found out that Allyx wasn't there.  So at ten I got in the pool and swam around for 20 minutes, all alone.  Well there were other people there but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;So I walked home in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt;  And took a shower.  I got ready for bed and was sitting in the living room when I heard shouts from the courtyard.  I looked out and it was Maria, charice and a boy playing in the snow.  The snow had been awful snow but now it was perfect packing snow so I jumped up and put on snow playing gear and went and played with them.  Around 12:30, the boy left at 11:28 don't worry, we went inside to hear first kiss stories from two people.  I'm not allowed to say who cause it's still on the dl.  But that was fun and lasted til 2.&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and dinked around on the computer til 4....30  oops.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I woke up early enough to make myself a sandwich for the day.  I went to math and laughed at Kevin because he is seriously anti obama.  Now this isn't kevin from my FHE group because he's very pro obama.  &lt;br /&gt;But my view is that now Obama is the president we should support him, like it used to be way back in the beginning of the US.  You think that people would realize we were governed way better back then.  And don't pull it was way smaller then thing cause when we are of one heart and one mind we are better as a people so ha.&lt;br /&gt;Provident living was good, we learned about driving safely on icy roads.  We had snow plow people come and talk to us.  And they brought their truck so we got to sit in it.  Those things are huge!!  &lt;br /&gt;Woods was good because I got a lot done.  I finished sanding the top and bottom so it won't rock anymore, I finished sanding the back so the back piece wasn't sticking out and I made the top and bottom pieces for my trim top and carved bottom.  I'm so excited!!  &lt;br /&gt;The PL meeting was okay.  I think its not really helping but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;I got home, dropped off my stuff and went to the water polo game.... We will not speak of it.  I will only say we lost 30-0  to the best team on campus.  And if our regular goalie had shown up we might have not lost by so much.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I woke up with the feeling that someone had poured acid down my throat.  So I suck on recolas and drank lots of Orange juice.  The counseling center was putting on an eating disorder thing so Bekka said that if everyone in your apartment went you wouldn't have to do clean checks.  And I'm happy to say that everyone in mine went.  The one I went to was really interesting.  &lt;br /&gt;Then I went to class.  It was really good, though I did find out  that this guy I thought was 18 is actually a return missionary.  That was a shocker.  &lt;br /&gt;English was good.  As always.&lt;br /&gt;I went to hang out with Natalie too.  It was fun we made cookies and somehow I super glued my fingers together.  Bad idea don't ever do it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and went to bed.  All in all a good week.  Oh and I got this from my friend.  I'm really glad I'm loved and she's on my side even though I know she was kidding... mostly.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Angel's roommates,&lt;br /&gt;I know where Angel lives. Thus, I know where YOU live.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? My car is full of cheap, sweet gas. All my homework for the next week is done.&lt;br /&gt;I'm-a comin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was more about not being jerks and using compromise but this is the part I found most hilarious.  Thank you so much Rissy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-509177405712360349?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/509177405712360349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=509177405712360349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/509177405712360349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/509177405712360349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-4343477510288984543</id><published>2008-11-04T01:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:16:29.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"As to the adjective, when in doubt, strike it out." - Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;So Friday was Halloween.  I was very excited about this because it is my favorite holiday.  My new friends and I were to be the rainbow.  I go over there on Thursday night to see if they know how to dye flour and was told the plan was off.  All of them had dates and were not dressing up.  I was very put out because I had not planned any other costume.  So when Friday came I did what my mother suggested.  I dressed in a gray shirt with my gray vest, cut out raindrops and taped them to my shirt and vest.  I was then a rain cloud.  I also put on my wing earrings because wings are a symbol of movement.  I put way to much thinking into these kind of things.   Math that day was boring as usual, with the usual funny stories.  Woods was also excellent.  I thoroughly enjoyed finishing my backpiece for my clock.  I also learned that using a wood lathe is tons better and more fun than a metal one.  I now wish I had done a broken pediment top.  Though sadly I think it's to late to change from the rounded top.  &lt;br /&gt;Friday night I didn't do anything.  Well I watched a bunch of movies.  Once again I watched The Village and was reminded of the cute love story it is.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I slept in and read some of the Odyssey.  Then I got ready to go to the Saturday night session of stake conference.  I went with Allie and Jocelyn because of course no one from my apartment goes to that kind of thing.  Afterwards we walked home with Annie and Aileen.  I was glad because most of the time I made Jocelyn laugh, something she and I both need to do more.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I sat in front of my computer and dinked around until Annie and Aileen walked passed in work out clothes.  I asked where they were going and they said they were going to play basketball and invited me along.  It was tons of fun and I'm glad I'm getting into a wonderful group.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was really good, stake conference was amazing and it started to rain!  Also Jocelyn came over to get a stamp but I sucked her into eating some of the hamburgers I was making, then han, sea bass, and andrew came over to eat too.  Jocelyn was highly entertained by them until she had to leave.  The boys left an hour or so later. &lt;br /&gt;Today was good.  My first class was cancelled so I went shopping for food, since I didn't have any.  On the way there i got a ride from a friend from high school I haven't seen all semester.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked into the grocery store and to the soap aisle, find soap and put it in my bag.  Then realized that people would think I was shop lifting by putting things in my ginormous bag, so  I put the soap back, got a cart and went back to the soap.  I felt really stupid.  Then on the way home a wonderful sophomore gave me a ride home.  I like how nice people are here.&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw Aileen and she helped me carry my food into my apartment, then invited me to basketball later. &lt;br /&gt;I then went to provident living, came home and crashed.  I did do some homework though.   I was on fb and Aileen invited me over for about an hour before I had to go to FHE.&lt;br /&gt;FHE wasn't the best again but I've come to expect that.  After fhe I started to walk over to her fhe brother's house.  I got a call from her that said they were going to the Hart building and to grab my id card.  So I ran home, grabbed it, and ran to the hart.  Only to get another phone call that said basketball was out and to meet at MCs house.  I was so mad, I was halfway there the first time!  I wasn't really mad just annoyed.  But we did play soccer out in the rain so that was amazing.  &lt;br /&gt;Then I came home to ugness.  I should go to bed now but I don't know if I will.  I don't want to die in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta get back to Odysseus,   laterz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-4343477510288984543?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4343477510288984543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=4343477510288984543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4343477510288984543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4343477510288984543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-to-adjective-when-in-doubt-strike-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-5094677008082094598</id><published>2008-10-30T08:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:27:56.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>glub glub</title><content type='html'>“Be yourself. Above all, let who you are, what you are, what you believe, shine through every sentence you write, every piece you finish.” - John Jakes&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was uneventful until after I got back from my classes.  I went down to my new friends apartment to visit.  They told me about how that morning they had had to fight with a couch and a chair on the couch to get out of their rooms this morning.  Apparently Allie had gone in and put the furniture in front of the doors and they wanted to get her back.  Well the plan was to go into her apartment, they stole her keys when looking for theirs, at 2 am and scare her.  Well the only problem with that was no one woke up at the appointed time.  Oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was non stop until after 8 for me.  I woke up at ten and realized it was clean checks.  So I jumped out of bed and started to clean.  I told Allyx to get out of bed several times, apparently 5 hours of sleep isn't enough for her on clean check days, and then threatened that she would do white glove all by herself if we failed.  So she got out of bed... and into the shower!!!  Then she slowly got ready while the rest of us hurried about cleaning.  Then she finally pulled out the vacuum and vacuumed.  &lt;br /&gt;I ran to class at 11:25 and barely made it there before the prayer.  Math was boring as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked with Nicole until we went to separate buildings.  Provident Living was amazing.  Probably only because the group that was presenting made us omelets and I hadn't eaten yet that morning.  And the fact that class is always pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;Woods was good.  I almost finished making the back for my clock so I'm happy, as long as I did the gluing right.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the PL meeting for an hour. Then met with the head resident for another fifteen to make sure everything was going good.  I almost made it to my apartment when I was assailed with "COME TO WATER POLO!"  by Sea Bass, Han, Parkeve, and Andrew.  So I ran inside grabbed a bagel and ran.&lt;br /&gt;Water Polo was amazing, I'm not going to lie.  I thought I would be horrible but I think the fact that everyone has to swim with inflated tubes, ya know like the ones at 7 peaks, helped a lot in my skill.  That and the fact that my mother thinks I'm half fish ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;My team won 9-6.  It was pretty sweet.  Though you would find it funny how mad people get when you play the game how your supposed to and block them.  Then they start to kick you in the stomach, that part is no fun but the rest was.  I then came home and kinda finished reading four books in the Odyssey and went to bed at 11.  I woke up this morning at 7 after having the freakiest creeper dream in the world.  Maybe it was fueled by that creepy guy from behind the trees me and Maria saw coming back from water polo.  Anyway, I have been working on my four page paper for english ever since.   It was funny because Nicole walked passed and tapped on the window, then Annie and Aileen did the same.  Then allie walked passed and I tapped at her.  I like having friends. &lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I have to get back to my paper now.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Blaze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-5094677008082094598?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5094677008082094598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=5094677008082094598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5094677008082094598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/5094677008082094598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/glub-glub.html' title='glub glub'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-1206409273501839165</id><published>2008-10-27T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:40:01.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe...</title><content type='html'>"The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug." ~ Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;So Friday I didn't have my woods class so I went home, took the math stupid math test, and went into my room and did english homework.  A while later Allyx came into my room and said I had a guest.  Ooo a guest.  So I went out there and it was Nicole wondering if I had turned in an assignment that we had worked on together the night before, but hadn't quite known how to do.  I said no and she said she would turn, did you know tern is a word, it for me.  She left and I went back into my room.  &lt;br /&gt;A bit later I hear a knock on my door and Kendra walks in!  She just wanted to know if I wanted to go to Sit Down For Stand Up with her.  I gladly accepted and when she left I realized I had invited the boys over to watch a movie that was playing in the lounge later.  I asked Allyx to text/call them and tell them it was off cause she was going out with Ben or Allen or Parker one off the boys she's going out with.   She said she would so I lazed around for the next 2 hours and texted Allyx to see if she had told Sea Bass yet.  She said no and why didn't I do it.  I explained that I didn't have their phone numbers.  So she gave me someone's...right after Han arrived.&lt;br /&gt;I awkwardly explained that I had somewhere to go in an hour but if he just wanted to chill for an hour that would be cool.  He chose that option so we sat for a while in the apartment.  Then Danielle, Kristen, and Patrick left so we had to go outside to talk as the lounge was in use for the movie.   Wouldn't you guess it was one of the colder nights that night?  Anyway we talked for a bit more and Sea Bass came over from his ultimate frisbee game so we were able to go back into the apartment.  Then Kendra came over, the boys left, and we went to SDFSU.  Basically it was students doing stand up comedy.  Some of them were hilarious and others... well not so much.  Then we went to a bond fire.  It was my first and it wasn't that great but the fire was huge, I'm not going to lie.&lt;br /&gt;Then we came home, well I came home she went to her FHE brother's house to get help on her homework.   It was like 10 something.  So I read some more of the Forward in the Odyssey.  And then went to bed sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was really unproductive I stayed in bed and in my pajamas for most of it.  I did read more of the forward in the Odyssey.  Then I got a call from an Idaho number.  I didn't recognize it and neither did Allyx so I didn't answer it.  Then it called back ten minutes later.  I figured they must be lookin for me so I answered it.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Angela?"    ha!  they are looking for me....maybe it's the clerk for my ward....&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;"This is Han."wasn't expecting that one...&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, hey!"  how did he get my number?  My cell phone number?????&lt;br /&gt;"I was just wondering if we were going to watch Dark Angel tonight."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah um..." looks at clock, it is 5pm, "Wanna come over at 7?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah sure"&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet. bye"&lt;br /&gt;"Bye"&lt;br /&gt;That was the gist of it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And yes I was in my pajamas til 530 at night.  Anyway I jump in the shower, take one, then got dressed.&lt;br /&gt;I finished watching Lady and the Tramp with my roomies and Patrick.  Well I watched it, Kristen and Patrick were asleep on the floor and Danielle was out on the couch.  Allyx was who knows where.  &lt;br /&gt;Then it finished and they did whatever.  I popped in Hunchback cause I had started watching it a week or so before and never finished it.   So about the part that Phoebes refuses to set the windmill on fire Han came over.  We finished watching it and then popped Dark Angel in.  And wouldn't you know Danielle decided to leave.  So we grabbed the DVD and took it down to the lounge, but we couldn't find the DVD player so we sat and talked for two hours.   It was really nice to just talk.  He has the coolest back round too. His house is right on a lake and forest surrounds his house.  He gets to go into the forest everyday!!  He even had two pet ravens before the annoyed his neighbor.    Ah the life of a country boy. *sniff sniff* my dream life.  &lt;br /&gt;Ah well I like my life too.   Then he went to do homework and I went to do homework, though my computer sucked me in, again.  &lt;br /&gt;After a while Allyx came home with Sea Bass, Parker, and Ben in tow.  I really can't remember what we didd but I know they made fun of Han for leaving early for homework.  Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was good.  The lessons were amazing and so were the testimonies.   God has a way of reminding you he's there.  When I got home I felt bummed because in sacrament I had sat alone, my roommates were super late, and Han kinda sat by me after he passed the Sacrament but he sat a seat away.  In sunday school I sat alone, don't ask where my roommates went, I have no idea they showed up for relief society though.  Then I walked home alone.  &lt;br /&gt;So instead of sitting at home sulking I took our lesson to heart and lost myself in service.  I made Crystal cookies.  It was so hard not to eat some of the mix cause I was fasting.  &lt;br /&gt;I went visiting teaching then took the cookies to Crystal.   We talked for a while and it was really nice.  I like having family up here.  And yes, she counts as family to me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and the boys came over for dinner.  We had tacos and they helped make it again.  Then after Allyx was like "We should make cookies."  And Danielle was like "Angela! You should make those cookies again!"  they like Lani's recipe for double chocolate chip cookies, so I was like "Got any chocolate chips?"  Allyx had some so I made them.  Borrowing a cup of brown sugar from Allie.  Han barred the way into the kitchen so no one would steal the batter like Allyx had done already.  &lt;br /&gt;After they were made I took some to Allie and her apartment as a thank you, then some to my new friends.  Allyx started to object but I told her I made them, with mostly my ingredients, and if she really wanted me to I would buy her a new bag of choco chips.  Not like she could really complain though.  That recipe makes over 3 dozen cookies and I only took 16 cookies.  Anyway when I took them down there the girls were really happy.  Eileen even gave me a hug.  I like their apartment.&lt;br /&gt;When I came back Allyx was in a bind.  She was going to go out with Allen but she didn't want the boys to know.  So she was wondering how she could slip away with out them noticing.  I noticed it was almost 9 so I kicked the boys out on the premiss that we had to go to dorm prayer.  And of course I was the only one to go.&lt;br /&gt;On the way back I tried to help my new friends break into their apartment because their FHE brothers had locked them out so they could clean the apartment.  The problem?  None had shoes/slippers except for kendra and most weren't wearing hoodies or sweaters.  For thirty minutes they stood outside!  I ran home and got blankets and slippers to help.  When we were finally let back in Nicole and I did some math homework together.  Then we went over to another FHE brother's house.  And we almost stole MC's truck.  See he leaves it unlocked and the keys in the truck.  So we just got in and locked the doors.  Kendra called him and told him a birdy told her that his truck was leaving.   Not joking 5 seconds later he was out there fully dressed.  It was amazing.  Afterwards we had a pretty good laugh.  &lt;br /&gt;Then we walked back to our apartments.  In the course of talking i learned that Annie is going home for winter semester and the rest of them are still going to be roommates.  They were looking for another roommate they knew so they wouldn't get someone crazy.   Then they asked if I was staying for winter.  They suggested maybe I should room with them.  So maybe, just maybe, I found my roommates for next semester.&lt;br /&gt;Monday was uneventful.  FHE was kinda boring though I did make it to book four in the Odyssey.  To bad I only have two paragraphs for a four page paper due in english.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-1206409273501839165?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1206409273501839165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=1206409273501839165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1206409273501839165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/1206409273501839165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/maybe.html' title='Maybe...'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-2917645659908939208</id><published>2008-10-24T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:22:23.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro-Life Day of Silent Solitude</title><content type='html'>Here is a slide show from the PLDSS.  I thought it was kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.slide.com/r/CixDvwW-1j-58NpOlWbvipDdOTqreuLI?cy=br&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's what my arm looked like.   I later added one around under my elbow that said Pro-Life.  The one on my upper arm said day of silence.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SQJJEbN5SNI/AAAAAAAAADk/sZ47H-HOJU4/s1600-h/Photo+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SQJJEbN5SNI/AAAAAAAAADk/sZ47H-HOJU4/s200/Photo+155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260847655096502482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SQJJD9PZhRI/AAAAAAAAADc/wK0hDLiCfD8/s1600-h/Photo+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SQJJD9PZhRI/AAAAAAAAADc/wK0hDLiCfD8/s200/Photo+154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260847647049745682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year I will hopefully be able to buy the shirt they have as well.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to check out the website it's  http://silentday.org/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-2917645659908939208?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2917645659908939208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=2917645659908939208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/2917645659908939208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/2917645659908939208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/pro-life-day-of-silent-solitude.html' title='Pro-Life Day of Silent Solitude'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SQJJEbN5SNI/AAAAAAAAADk/sZ47H-HOJU4/s72-c/Photo+155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-8120844002475863750</id><published>2008-10-24T10:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:22:17.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friggin Amazing</title><content type='html'>"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." - F. Scott Fitzgerald.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about college, some weeks are as boring as snails and then others are just friggin amazing.  This was one o' those friggin amazing weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Monday was FHE, I won't talk about what else happened cause I can't remember ha ha.  Well we all met here at my apartment, well most of us did the only boys to show up were dad, Han, and dad's roommate Andrew.  Oh and Patrick.   We then drove out to the dunes.  I was so excited, I've been wanting to go there ever since I got here.    I drove with Kya and Maria.  It was so much fun.  We blared music and had a dance party in the car, safely though.  &lt;br /&gt;When we got there we lit a fire.  Though in a unprotected spot so the wind kept threatening to blow it out.  When that happened we just poured more lighter fluid on it.  I don't think a fire was a good idea when most of us are piros.  Anyway there was this huge sand dune close and I wanted to climb to the top, so I asked if anyone wanted to come with.  Han, Charice, and Tiffany( they are Kya and Maria's roommates) came with.  It was amazing because the clouds that were there when we first arrived had mostly blown over to the eastern horizon so the stars were shining.  There are so many.  &lt;br /&gt;That's actually a fun memory I have with Lani, going out to the sand dunes with her roommates and mom cause someone had an astronomy class and just looking at how many there were.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got to talk to Charice and Tiffany which was nice because I hadn't really before.  Then everyone was leaving so we had to run down the hill and to the cars.  &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was good, annoying, but good.  It was Pro-life Day Of Silent Solitude.  I was silent the whole day, except towards the end when my roomie was saying things that I just had to remark on because I forgot I wasn't talking.  Anyway it was hecka hard not to talk in my humanities class.  There were so many points I want to point out, and help the other people with their questions.  But I stayed silent!  In english too.   Oh and to anyone who is putting duct tape on their skin soon.  Avoid hair.  Wrist and upper arm are good places but right below the elbow is not!   Oh yeah you were supposed to wear a red arm band or red duct tape to show you were involved.  Some people wear the duct tape over their mouths but I would have freaked out so i put it on my arm.  And for some reason on bare skin.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway around 7 I got really frustrated with Allyx and walked up to the temple.  Would you guess it was the coldest night yet?  Anyway I walked around there for a bit, came home, took a shower(I got the duct tape off really easy except the below the elbow one that took water), and went to bed... at 8!  &lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 2 because Allyx was texting. You think those buttons are quiet but their not. For twenty minutes I laid there trying to go back to sleep but the click click click of the keys kept me up.  So I got up and went and scrubbed the kitchen and bathroom floors.  See we've failed two clean checks and our third fail we have to do a white glove check.  Bekka being nice said if we got 100% she would erase one of our fails.  So I got up and cleaned.  I organized the mess in the living room into piles of neatness, then I organized my desk.    Oh and I talked to Sea Bass most of the time on FB.  Ha ha.  &lt;br /&gt;Then for an hour I tried to go back to sleep, it didn't work.  So I got my computer and watched youtube for an hour or so.   Then I finished reading Sir Gawain.  Then I called mom around 9 and talked for a while catching her up on the past three days.  Then I did some math, or maybe that was before calling mom... I don't remember.  Then I mopped the floors again and made my bed.   Then I had to run to class cause I was late.  Math was boring as usual, I was really hyper for Provident Living(ask Crystal), and woods I was just plain scared to mess up my clock cause we were putting the glued frame through a sander.  If you put it in at the wrong angle it would tear up the side.  Luckily I didn't mess it up.  Wahoo.  Then it was to a meeting for SL, only 5 of us showed up... again.  &lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and got ready for the ward halloween social.  I dressed all in black and had Allyx draw a barcode on the back of my neck so I was an X5.  If you don't know what that is it's okay.  So I went and it was okay, it wasn't the best but it was fun.  Though somehow the apples Wes and Tayler were juggling kept attacking me.  I did meet some new people so that's good.  Then I came home and crashed because I woke up at 2.  &lt;br /&gt;Thursday was the test on Sir Gawain in humanities.  It was sweet because it was another take the test and leave.  I only had a problem with the questions that were on the visual prompts we had gone over earlier.  I knew the big details but the small ones were the one he tested us on.  So I missed like 5 points.  Then I went home and chilled with my roommates and the girls next door.&lt;br /&gt;I then finished the reading for english and went there.  It was a fun class, as always.  &lt;br /&gt;Then I went home and worked on a spreadsheet for math.  Sadly when I was almost done I messed it up somehow so I just gave up.  Luckily I had saved it half way through so I figured that I would start again in the morning.   So I was watching movie trailers, I am so mad there is no more clean flicks a movie is coming out that is the third in a trilogy but it's R grrr, when I got a text from Allie asking if I was home and could I help her neighbor with math.  I said yes so Nicole came over and we did the spreadsheet together.  &lt;br /&gt;She went back home and I printed them off and walked it over to her apartment and got sucked into a night of fun.&lt;br /&gt;First there was a dance party with strange outfits, then we went to the apartment's FHE brother's apartments to tie the doors together.  Though they were awake so we couldn't do it.  We did help them jump start their truck though.  After running it around the parking lot trying to kick start it.  It was kinda funny cause there were 6 girls and two guys pushing, well one driving, a truck around the parking lot at like 11:30 at night.  &lt;br /&gt;Then we "left."  What we really did was go into the laundry room of another building to look out the window to see if they would go back into the apartments, and in the mean time we broke up a make out session in the laundry room.  Sadly they did not go back inside so we booked it back to the dorms, barely making it before the security guards came to lock the gates.&lt;br /&gt;Then I stayed up reading the Odyssey, but only the preface thingy that explains the history of dissecting the Odyssey.  Which is really boring but interesting at the same time, waiting for Allyx to come home.  She hadn't by 2 and I was falling asleep so I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6:19 and she was dressed and moving around, so I asked her when she got in.  She said 4.  But I don't know if that was true or if she had just gotten in.  But I really don't care as long as it doesn't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta blaze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-8120844002475863750?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8120844002475863750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=8120844002475863750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8120844002475863750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/8120844002475863750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/friggin-amazing.html' title='Friggin Amazing'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-3530470774871675930</id><published>2008-10-20T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:07:02.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday dinner.</title><content type='html'>"When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen." - Samuel Lover&lt;br /&gt;So as I was sitting on my couch I heard a voice from outside my apartment "one-thirty TWO!"  and then there was a knock.  I jumped up, flung open the door and gave a huge hug to Nat.   I could never forget her voice.  We then played for the next 2 hours.  We signed, which I have wanted to for the past two months, danced around in the grass, laughed, and caught up.  It was most wonderful.  &lt;br /&gt;She left when I got to go to a fireside.  I went with the apartment across the way because two of my roommates didn't go and one was no where to be found.  The boys were over there too.  And what they were doing? Getting dinner.  They were supposed to come to my apartment and Allyx and I were to make them dinner too.  Well forget that! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway the fireside was really good and I wish that the two roommates would have gone too but oh well.  Allyx showed up right before it started so it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;Then the boys came over and we made dinner for them.... well they made dinner for themselves.  We just provided the boxes of macaroni and cheese.  Ben wanted an apron so we gave him one. The only problem was that the apron we had was really, really girly.  But it was hilarious when he put it on.  And when... well I'll let you see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SPzDudZXROI/AAAAAAAAADU/uK0C3I2pGKA/s1600-h/Photo+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SPzDudZXROI/AAAAAAAAADU/uK0C3I2pGKA/s200/Photo+153.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259293667794306274"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is a video&lt;br /&gt;Shown: Allyx, Sea Bass, Andrew, Sam, Danielle, Me, and Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ec6ec6b401379522" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec6ec6b401379522%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155431%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28174082F232BD6DCD25E0D960B3BE6C03ECFD28.3B38FBFF2AC354BA971AD1450196D62F7E05D23D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec6ec6b401379522%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP9qZmqv75xac-NpsJVAXFPMt_gM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't college life grand?  ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-3530470774871675930?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ec6ec6b401379522&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63hoCFeJ_So/SPzDudZXROI/AAAAAAAAADU/uK0C3I2pGKA/s72-c/Photo+153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-24333481652583285</id><published>2008-10-19T17:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:38:48.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy 8</title><content type='html'>'Crazy Eights' Tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I’m passionate about&lt;br /&gt;Reading&lt;br /&gt;Writing&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty&lt;br /&gt;Rules as pertaining to eternalness&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Pro-Life&lt;br /&gt;Different cultures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I want to do before I die&lt;br /&gt;Learn to play piano&lt;br /&gt;Travel the world&lt;br /&gt;Kiss a boy&lt;br /&gt;Get married&lt;br /&gt;Go to Greece&lt;br /&gt;Return to Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;Truly learn Arabic&lt;br /&gt;Learn Greek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I do now&lt;br /&gt;Clean the apartment&lt;br /&gt;Go to class&lt;br /&gt;Homework&lt;br /&gt;Read&lt;br /&gt;Sign to myself&lt;br /&gt;cook&lt;br /&gt;Blog&lt;br /&gt;Spend time with friends(and family if they were close enough... though I spend time with Crystal so that counts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I can not do&lt;br /&gt;Drive to the dunes&lt;br /&gt;Sing&lt;br /&gt;Finish a story&lt;br /&gt;Write neatly&lt;br /&gt;Go 24 hours without hearing backbiting&lt;br /&gt;Look at wood and metal and not think how it was put together&lt;br /&gt;Stop reading&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to certain people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I often say&lt;br /&gt;"Okay"&lt;br /&gt;"Later"&lt;br /&gt;"FHE brothers"&lt;br /&gt;"Go ahead"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi mom"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine"&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could go back to Palestine"&lt;br /&gt;"That's college"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite foods&lt;br /&gt;Potato Salad&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers &lt;br /&gt;Macaroni and Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Pita&lt;br /&gt;Hummus &lt;br /&gt;Fruit Loops&lt;br /&gt;Top ramen&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things you may not have know about me&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing a book&lt;br /&gt;i love my humanities class&lt;br /&gt;I want to have deaf friends&lt;br /&gt;I miss my high school life&lt;br /&gt;I can't play water polo this week&lt;br /&gt;I cause a lot of awkward moments&lt;br /&gt;I hold a lot of things in&lt;br /&gt;I want to live on the east coast for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 People I think should do Crazy 8s&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;br /&gt;Rissy&lt;br /&gt;Kara&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;Drek&lt;br /&gt;Brooke&lt;br /&gt;And two other people who read my blog.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-24333481652583285?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/24333481652583285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=24333481652583285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/24333481652583285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/24333481652583285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-8.html' title='Crazy 8'/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28467883.post-4993851768979080091</id><published>2008-10-17T14:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:54:04.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ink on paper is as beautiful to me as flowers on the mountains; God composes, why shouldn't we?" - Audra Foveo-Alba&lt;br /&gt;Friday night there was to be a surprise birthday party for someone but it was cancelled due to Guitars Unplugged.  There went my Friday night plans 15 minutes before it was to begin.  &lt;br /&gt;So Allyx called Parkeve and invited the boys over.  They came over, two hours later.  So we dinked around the apartment for a while then we played frisbee.  Then we moved on to walking around campus.  While we were we found a cat.  Andrew petted it so it followed us around until it ran after someone else.  We had decided to go to the Temple and walk the grounds, but the apple orchard distracted us.  We ran around in there for a bit, which was amazing because it was dark and I've never done that before.  Then we exited to continue onto the temple, or that was the plan.  When Han and I turned around to talk to the others they weren't there.  They had stayed in the orchard.  So Han and I waited for a bit for them to come out.  We didn't go back because we didn't want to get pelted with apples.  So we walked around so we could enter behind them.  Though we found them on the other side walking away.  Rude huh?&lt;br /&gt;Then we played a game of tag in the Gardens!  It was fun, except when I ran into a wire... that was white and easy to see if you had been paying attention.  &lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the boys lounge and hung out there till five minutes before curfew.  In that time I lost my shoe to Parkeve, Sea Bass tricked his roommate to think he was locked out, and Han found my shoe again.&lt;br /&gt;Then Allyx and I came back to the apartment.  I wanted to finish HP and HBP so I stayed up till 2:45 but I finished!  Then I went to bed.  I woke up at 12:30  Saturday afternoon.  Oops.  So I cleaned the kitchen, did the dishes, and after getting the other two to clean up their stuff, vacuumed the living room.  Why?  Because the boys were coming over as previously stated in another post.&lt;br /&gt;Well 5 rolled around and Han was the only one to show up.  The other boys were playing a video game and were at the boss so they "couldn't come."  So Han and I watched the first episode of Dark Angel, then I made hamburgers. Guess what?  Han knows about Firefly!!!  How sweet is that?  It was funny because he had asked if I knew of a tv series named Firefly.  And I stared at him for a moment in shock.  We then launched into a conversation about it.  It was grand.&lt;br /&gt; We had just sat down to watch another episode when Sea Bass showed up.  We had gotten half way through the episode when Parkeve and Andrew showed up.  They were making fun of it the whole time  so it was kinda annoying but funny.&lt;br /&gt;At 9:30 Allyx left to go to a movie and the boys went with her.  It was cool because I had wanted to go to bed early.  Somehow I didn't get to bed till 1:30.  Oops.&lt;br /&gt;And church was amazing today.  The lessons were just that good. &lt;br /&gt;Well gotta blaze!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Han liked Dark Angel  :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28467883-4993851768979080091?l=kananiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4993851768979080091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28467883&amp;postID=4993851768979080091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4993851768979080091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28467883/posts/default/4993851768979080091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kananiblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/ink-on-paper-is-as-beautiful-to-me-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Kanani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877322988474671092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9hwemniJwA/TmL3PkU7bWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IasISxAg7r4/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
