Working the System Part 1: My BYU Application.

200 words for an essay, EH BYU?!?!

I'll do you one better than that. Or should I say 199!?

I can write my essay in 1 word, BYU. Just one.

Because-did-ya-know-that-if-you-HYPENATE-all-of-the-words-it-counts-it-as-ONE-GIANT-LONG-WORD!?!

Yeah, it's no big deal.

I'm gonna get back to my one-word essay now.

Peace!
Kaela

Today was the day the internet disappointed me

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So, I woke up this morning with nothing to do and about 3 hours to do it. More or less. So I decided to hop on the internet and try to get something done (see that paradox right there?).

First, I got on the Bath and Body Works website because they discontinued my favorite scent and I wanted to see if it was available online. Well it wasn't. So then I decided to try to figure out how I could request them to make my second favorite scent into a lotion and/or body spray and their website was less than helpful. So that was internet disappointment number 1.

Second, I remembered reading in the paper that the ATP World Finals are playing today and naturally, Federer is playing. And I wanted to see him lose, which will probably never happen, in case anybody was wondering. So I got on ESPN.com and I saw that the score was 7-5 6-3 for Federer, and I was like, "OMG! The game is still going so I should figure out how to watch it live!" Because as far as I was aware, men play best of 5 sets and girls play best of 3, so I thought the match was still going. Well, apparently not. Turns out the match already happened, and Federer won, and it wasn't even going to let me stream it live then anyways. But you know what, ESPN? That's okay. By the time the US Open rolls around I'll probably be living in an apartment that has cable so I can just watch it there. Or, I'll just stream it from my laptop. And I'm going to watch the whole dang tournament and Federer had better not win.

Third, I decided to get onto here. And I was all, "I want to find somebody's blog." But I could not find it...for the life of me. Of course I found everybody else's blog, and then I was reading them and slowly but surely the creep-o-meter started wigging out and I was like "okay I should stop stalking all of these people's blogs who may or may not even know/remember that I exist." And I never found the blog that I was looking for in the beginning. But as I got thinking, I realized that maybe it's a good idea that blogs aren't very easy to find. Because I'm not sure I want the entire universe reading this blog. Then again, maybe if the entire universe was reading this blog, then I could use my writing to help squash out social injustice and I could fight for alien rights on earth. (People, how inhumane is it that we just kill aliens or lock them away secretly whenever they show up on our planet? Just because their skin is green... filthy racists...) Then again, what if Roger Federer read my blog? And got all offended that I want him to lose for once in his sorry, extremely successful life?

The moral of this story is....there isn't one. Remember the paradox at the beginning where I said I was going to "get onto the internet to get something done?" yeah. Haha.

Not to belabor the point, but I think I'm going to get off the internet now and go play some Halo.

Lazily,
Kaela

*Update* I got on Twitter...I realized that other humans are on Twitter, I threw up a little, and then I took joy in the fact that my profile is set as private. Internet disappointment #4

Well...there are still 30 minutes left of 2nd period...

I'm pretty bored. So I have an idea. I'm going to hit shuffle on my iPod, and then put whatever line of the song I like as the caption to the animal.

"I whip my hair back and forth."

"Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6"

"I was thinkin about you, thinkin about me, thinkin about us, what  we gon be,
open my eyes, it was only just a dream"

"I just lost my job but didn't lose my pride."

"Barbies on the barbecue; this a hickey or a bruise?"

"I've got the magic in me."

I'mma hustla baby.

"I've got a couple addictions"

"Take this, haters."

"I used to be love drunk, but now I'm hungover."

"Old friend, why are you so shy?"

"They say that things happen for a reason."

"Bring the doubters on, they don't matter at all.
Cuz this life's  too long and this love's too strong so
baby know for sure that I'll never let you go."

"Every second counts on the clock that's tickin gotta live like we're dying!"

"Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is: Black and yellow black and yellow black and yellow."

"Yeah, I'm runnin through these hoes like drano."

"So I got my boots on, got the right 'mount of leather, and I'm doing me up with a black colored liner and  I'm workin my strut, but I know it don't matter."

"Every day I'm shuf-f-f-ling."

Well....that's the bell! I hope you enjoyed this.

Love, Kaela

Plan A

So, I saw Thoroughly Modern Millie this weekend. And, it was like the 3rd time I've seen that play, so it really wasn't that big of a deal. Actually, it was a really big deal. And I tried to proceed with caution, and it didn't work.

If that didn't make sense to you, don't worry too much about it. I don't really know how that intro really applied to the bulk of what this post is going to be about.

I was reading in my journal a week or two ago and I came across some day in, March...I think...where I made a list of the guys who I would potentially marry. It went Plan A, to Plan A-...all the way down to plan F. While that's more of a freshman sort of a thing to do, most of the men on that list weren't very realistic. Like David Archuleta was plan D. As if that's going to happen. He's famous, right?

So as I read on I noticed that some potential future husbands would move up, others would move down, but my plan A always, ALWAYS stayed the same. And who is plan A, you might ask?

My friends, Plan A is, and always has been none other than Justin Bieber.

You may laugh, but The Biebs is totally my type. And here is a list of just a few reasons for why Justin has always stayed Plan A.

• If I married him, then technically I could be "The Biebs" too. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing though.
• He's short. I'm short. He's still taller than me. By...5 inches. Justin Bieber is 5'5". I don't think I've ever liked anyone taller than 5'9". I want to keep shortness in the Carter gene pool.
• His voice is like a thousand angels. From "Baby" to "Drummer Boy" I've never been disappointed with his melodious tunes.
• The kid is freakin G.  I don't know any other white, 5'5" human who gets to hang out with Usher and Busta Rhymes. Also, he can shuffle.
• Drummer Boy This song alone is a really good reason to marry him. Seriously. I'm not going to tell you how many times I listened to it on repeat on Saturday while I was cleaning my room. And if I never answer my phone anymore, it's because this song is my new ringtone...and sometimes I just like to jam.

• Have you ever heard any of his songs? I would love nothing more than to be his "one less lonely girl."
• The movie: Never Say Never. It's pretty much one of the greatest movies ever made. He's such a great kid! You can't watch that movie and NOT agree with that statement. I think one of his concerts would be so crazy. He's just this 17 year old who likes to jam. I don't know, it's pretty cool.
• The obvious. Justin Bieber is extremely famous and extremely rich. I'm not saying I'm shallow, but it would be pretty cool to fly around in a private jet...with a giant picture of Justin's face on the side.

So yeah. As far as marriage goes, I'll find some way for him to fall for me, and then we'll live happily ever after.

And for those of you who are still reading.....

To be totally honest, as I was typing all of this, I realized that most of these weren't exactly truthful. While Justin Bieber is totally G, and I like my men on the shorter side, and Drummer Boy is the greatest Christmas song ever written, I just couldn't make it with him. First of all, he is madly in love with Selena Gomez, and I just can't compete with that. Second, I think being in the spotlight all the time and getting numerous death threats from crazed fans would get old after....about 4 seconds. And, Kaela Bieber doesn't flow very well. 

But seriously, if the opportunity came up, I think dating him would be a freakin party. He'd write songs about me, we'd probably get engaged, but then I'd break it off because I couldn't possibly not get married in the Provo Provo Tempernacle (or whatever they're going to call it...), then he'd write a bunch of songs about how he wants me back, and all the tweenage girls would listen to it and cry about their sad love lives, while simultaneously tweeting to Justin Bieber that "he's better off without me." The he would tweet something like "Thanks for the support, I LOVE MY FANS! #SWAG #LEGGO" Because that's pretty much all he ever says on Twitter. Eventually, he would go to a party with all of his rapper friends, and get some really good life advice from his BFF Usher, and he would realize that life could actually go on without me. Then I would get married, and my husband and I would have to go into hiding because of all the crazy teenage girls who would want my blood for breaking Justin Bieber's heart. If I date Justin Bieber, that is EXACTLY how it will happen.

So...as long as Justin and I are still both unmarried...I'll keep telling myself that the Biebs is Plan A.

The Best of the Best

I've come to a realization about myself lately. This is what AP Psych is doing to me. It's making me realize stuff...about myself.
However, this insight didn't come from Psychology. It came from my computer being quirky and making me recall a memory. Actually a memory I stowed deep, deep away because it was sort of painful.
In April, I experienced what I could only call a quest that ultimately ended in many tears and about 425 dollars worth of prom dresses. That is to say, one dress. And WHY did I choose that dress? After trying on hundreds of other dresses all across Utah county?

To be totally honest, it was on a day where I decided I was officially going to throw my life away and do whatever I wanted because I didn't get chosen as editor and I felt like my life suuuuuuucked.

So, as I recalled this memory, I wondered to myself if, on a day where I was feeling a lot less insane, I still would have made the decision to purchase that dress and go about $400 more into debt to my parents. Aaaaaand that answer is a total yes. I still would have bought the dress.

BECAUSE

That was the very first dress I tried on. And I declared it to be the best. And no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find anything that came even close to it. So why was that a problem?

Because once I've had a taste of something good, it's pretty much impossible for me to settle for any less than that. This is the reason that after I saw an episode of Psych on Netflix, I stopped watching the show until my family got Netflix so I could watch it on my TV instead of on my computer. This is the reason why I could never go back to an iPod shuffle after having experienced the iTouch. This is the reason why I could never go back to regular seminary after having experienced early morning (even though it's pretty much impossible to wake up so early.) This is the reason that I can't eat just one Lays chip. I don't know how that just made sense to me.

The point of this is not to say "I'm spoiled and all orphans are ugly!" the point of this is to say, why shouldn't I try my hardest to live the best life possible? Obviously hard things are always going to happen...but the lesson I've learned THIS time around (as far as retarded Journalism experiences go) is that I'm not going to just give up. I'm not going to say, "all of my efforts for everything have always gone to waste." I'm just simply going to work harder. And that's my goal for college. Work really really hard. Do you think dropping 400 bucks on a prom dress was easy?? (I will admit that swiping a credit card is a lot easier than actual hard work but...you get the idea.) Sometimes, living a better life could be the difference between taking 18 credits per semester instead of 15 (although that one can probably be argued.)

This is reaching the point where I'm making more sense to myself than I am to what I assume is the general public who reads this blog (which I'm pretty sure is just Aubrey, Han Solo, and some guy in Tibet). (that awkward moment when Aubrey doesn't even read this blog. Hey Aubrey, I beat your high score on Tiny Wings! Again!!) Ahem. I'm going to wrap up now.

The point is, I'm tired of constantly (though obviously not always) settling for less. So, I'm just going to get back up on my feet and try again. I'm not going to let other people tell me that just because I'm not doing things their way, I'll never be the best. Like they say in Tangled...a lot, "Live your dream!" And that's what I'm going to do! I'm going to live MY dream, not what somebody else thinks it should me. Think about it. If Rapunzel lived Mother Gothel's dream, she would still be stuck in that tower and she never would have married Flynn and the world would be sad. Aahh I need to watch that movie.

If you're still reading this.......whew. power to you.

Anyways, the point of all of this is just to say, I'm going to live my life always trying to improve myself. I'm always going to try to be better, whether it's better at academics or it means I'm, you know, NICER to people...stuff like that...I'm just yeah. Not going to settle for any less than the best.

And part of me is saying "Um, Kaela, isn't that a bad philosophy to live by?" and another part of me is like "Yeeah sister keep philosophising!" So....I'm just gonna go to work now.

Here is a picture of a sea lion. Don't read too much into it.

This I do know for sure....

I don't know....what my life is right now. All I know is that it was fairly normal up until this year when it suddenly switched tracks and I'm really hoping it's not leading towards the end of the track at the edge of a cliff, but sometimes that's what it seems like.

Why do I feel like in May, I'm going to feel like there is a giant load off of my back?

Graaaaaaaaaaaa.......

Graaaaaaaaaa........

Gra..................

Shhhhhhhh!!!

Since I can't decide whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.....here is a picture of my inner mind.

Don't....really read into that too much. There's no symbolism, at least none that I know of.

I have a very vivid memory my freshmen year telling my friend, just to be a drama queen, that I should drop out of high school. And he was all, "Kaela. Never drop out of high school." And I was just like, "pfffffffttttttttt as if that would ever happen."

Fast forward to my Junior year when I was walking down the hall at school and I thought, "you know, I'm just gonna live it up senior year. Just party all the time with my friends. I would never dream of graduating early or dropping out."

Fast forward to this year....right now....

I don't know....how this came to be. I never would have dreamed that I would be part dropping out and part graduating early. But here I am, I'm accepted and registered and in exactly 2 months I'm going to be in college. And I don't know how my life suddenly took such a sharp turn and how in the world I've ended up here in where-the-heck-am-I-ville.

There are a lot of things I don't know right now. But thats pretty irrelevant. What's important is what I do know.

So, in the midst of my totally confusing life, this I do know for sure.

• My life has not been bad. Some seriously messed up things have happened, but it has not been bad.
• When you go to a gas station to buy hot chocolate, and dump 50 things of flavoring into your hot chocolate, and people give you weird looks...it's okay.
• Gas station hot chocolate can't be beat. Seriously.
• A squared + B squared = C squared. There isn't anything deep behind that...it just took me 2 years of geometry to figure that out.
• Sometimes, you will have crazy teachers. It's good to learn how to sort out which teachers are crazy and which ones you just think are crazy. Generally, if they throw a desk across the room, they are probably crazy.
• I've never been a fan of the Christmas song Little Drummer Boy, but Justin Bieber's version is BOSS. If you don't believe me, then you don't have a soul.
• When I am super depressed, or super anxious about something, reading my scriptures has never failed to make me feel even a little bit better. At the very least, it can make me stop shaking when I'm nervous. (Yeah, I shake when I get nervous. It's a gift...and a curse...minus the gift...)
• I'm pretty sure I saw one of the 3 Nephites working at In N Out. (I guess this isn't something I know for sure, but I'm about 80% sure)
• Breadsticks....are delicious.
• The temple is virtually empty between 7:30 and 8:57 in the morning. Thus, it is the best time to go.
• I need to start going to the temple during 2nd period again.
• Being number 7 in the world for a day on Doodle Jump should be considered a "great accomplishment" on the BYU application. Just in case you were wondering...it's not. (In the WORLD!! I mean really?!)
• There is no greater feeling in this world than walking into a tennis match, 100% sure you are going to lose, because she is the 4th seed in the tournament and you spent the entire season as the extra, and then in the third set, during the tie break, you're up at the net, face to face with your opponent, and, while looking her square in the eye, you hit a backhand volley that wins you the game. [Translation: epic wins feel pretty beeping good.]
• Not playing tennis for 4 months because of a knee injury is one thing, but not playing for 4 months....just because....is a downright crime.
• There is nothing more painful than losing the people who are most special to you.
• But, true friends are the ones who recognize and accept your imperfections, and then stick around anyways.
• I want to be able to make a difference in people's lives.

Last one...

• When you reach the realization that this has been probably the 100th day in a row that you've written in your journal "It's just been a rough day." nothing could possibly be a better remedy than somebody spontaneously showing up to my house with a bag of reeces pieces, or an almond joy...and giving me a really good hug.

That, I do know for sure. I just really need a hug.  :P

Love,
Kaela

My New Sense of Purpose (aka another strange thing I think is fun)

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Prostitution.

HAHA.

No really....

Just kidding people. Remember (for the few of us who experienced this) when we set our alarms and woke up every hour on the hour (or stayed up all night) so that we could register early for Pottermore? And how we were all, "being awake at this late hour is no good" but then we were also like, "wooo this is so much fun!" and it was still super exciting, in a way?

Laaaaaaaaast night.........at midnight.................I had a very similar experience. In fact it was really not unlike the Pottermore experience except I was actually doing something a little more productive.

.....

I got online at exactly midnight....to register for classes. At UVU.

Let me rephrase.

I'm in college?!


That's right. A little earlier than I thought, like a premature baby, (kind of) I have again surrenderred myself to the status of Freshmen.....only now I'm a freshman in college. Which, to my now fellow college freshmen, you're probably thinking "big deal Kaela, get over yourself."

But, I'm still excited. And scared. And I really don't know how to describe how I'm feeling, so I found a video that pretty much sums it up.....exactly.

Of course it's Tangled. What else do you expect? The only difference between this video and the internal workings of my mind is....nothing. Just watch.

Now that you've watched it, you probably understand better why I am the way that I am! So to throw you off, here's another video.

Anyways, life is great. Life is really, really great.

Ode to Cole

Cole requested that I make a blog about him. And I figured, why not?

So here is my Ode to Cole.

Cole, Cole, he is so great. Even though he's probably shorter than 5'8"

The first day we met, was at 1 in the morning, when he was drawing a smiley face on my car with silly string.

After that, he brought me a couple smoothies from Orange Julius.

And sometimes when I went to the mall, I would see him at Orange Julius. Because he worked there. Maybe he still does. Who really knows?

And then there was Basketball/Volleyball Co-ed.

It was there, and only there where (when he came) he taught me how to shoot a basketball while simultaneously dancing to Lady Gaga, and when we played kiss kill marry, and when I learned that you should never play kiss kill marry with Cole.

There was also the time that he took off his pants during class. I blogged about that one, I think.

But, possibly the best thing about Cole, is that he was my only friend to come give me a present on my birthday. While I got 10 million Facebook wall posts, Cole brought me a not on the menu orange julius, at 11:00 the night before my birthday. So that is why Cole is awesome.

Anyways, that is my Ode to Cole.

The end.

I'm not going to call this a withdrawal...

except maybe it partially is.

There are two things that I miss, a lot.

One is green.

The other is white. Very, very white. (and it's not snow. Nice try though.)

And I want to hit both with a tennis racket.

Love,
Kaela

I. Am. So. Freaking. Stressed. Out. That. I. Can't. Even. Think. Straight.

*insert expletives here*
If I insult you, or your heritage, or start streaming offensive words, know that I'm literally not even in my right mind. And I won't be until Monday. Possibly later.