I Dreamed A Dream...And Then I Wrote A Letter

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2 nights ago, I had a dream. I'm about 110% sure it won't come true, but I thought you all might enjoy it.

I was standing in a dark room looking at the silhouettes of 2 people standing in front of me. Subconsciously, I knew one of them was me, and the other was the person I was marrying. So I thought, "huh, I wonder who that person is!" Just as I thought that, the two people turned to face each other. Then I realized that one person was me, and the other person was not a person. It was an alpaca. I was marrying an alpaca.

As retarded as that dream was, it got me thinking (again) about marriage. And I hate thinking about marriage because so many people keep telling me that I'll be getting married soon, probably. Which is not going to happen but it keeps freaking me out. Especially because return missionaries can sometimes be likened to a pack of hungry wolves, on the prowl for an unsuspecting female they can eat. I mean marry. You get the idea.

So I was thinking to myself, I need some sort of insurance. Some way to make sure that, no matter what, I won't get married too young, and I won't get married to the wrong guy. And then I realized...

Bam! Temple! That unfinished temple is my insurance right there. I refuse to get married anywhere else. No matter what my future husband or anybody else says. As long as that temple stays the burnt out shell of a tabernacle that it currently is, then I remain very, very single.

And so, I need to make sure that temple doesn't get built until I am ready. Which is why I am writing a letter to the Big Dog. This is in no way sacrilegious.

Dear President Monson,

First off, I would just like to say I really admire you, and you are cool. So I kind of need a favor. I know getting married and replenishing the earth is a commandment, and I'm cool with that. But I'd rather not start marrying and replenishing until I'm like...21? That sounds like a good age. And as long as the Provo Tabernacle stays the Provo Tabernacle and not the Provo Temple Part 2, then I can't get married! Which is really perfect. So I guess what I'm trying to say is, take your time. Really...let's not rush this. Really.

Anyways, thanks for everything, and keep doing what you do best. That is to say, leading the fastest growing church in the world, and of course being awesome.

Love,

Kaela

How To Know That Some Dark Force Not Of This World Is Out To Make Your Life Miserable: Part 3

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They made a sequel...thing...short...for Tangled. Only the greatest movie of all time, and gay gay, stupid stupid, gay. Stupid.

How To Know That Some Dark Force Not Of This World Is Out To Make Your Life Miserable: Part 2

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You realize that you're probably going to have to get both your tonsils and wisdom teeth out in the same month.

The same month you start college.

How To Know That Some Dark Force Not Of This World Is Out To Make Your Life Miserable: Part 1

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You discover iwastesomuchtime.com the same week you start college.

How Often People Change, No Two Remain The Same, How Things Don't Always Turn Out As You Planned

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These are things that I don't understand....

Well, the countdown is officially here. And very, very real. I start my first day of college in 5 days.

I was walking down the hall today when suddenly, out of nowhere, I couldn't breathe for a few seconds. I just had this overwhelming desire to not be in high school anymore. I don't know where it came from, and I don't know why, because I've been kind of sad about leaving the past few days.

So I just repeatedly told myself that, for all intensive purposes, I was graduating in a week and there is nothing to freak out about. I don't know why that happened. But...it got me thinking.

I know that I'm doing the right thing. But I never would have dreamed I would be doing this in a million years. Now I can't imagine doing anything else BUT this. And I wouldn't have been doing this if it weren't for a chain of events that happened starting in like...6th grade? Weird, huh?

If A hadn't happened, then B wouldn't have happened with C, so then I probably wouldn't have met D, or if I did E probably wouldn't have happened, and if E hadn't happened then F wouldn't have happened either, and if E and or F hadn't happened then I can't imagine I would be doing G, that is to say graduating early.

Yeah. Weird stuff. Don't read too much into that.

Even now I'm realizing all these plans I had...probably aren't going to happen. Right now I want to be a communications major. Now I'm thinking, is that really the best idea? Honestly...I just want to go to hair school. Haha but my parents are telling me to shoot a little bit higher.

I always get kind of sad when my friends change, and people grow apart. But, that's life, isn't it?

Wish me luck. This gon be nuuuuuuuuuts.

Love,
Kaela

My 100th Post!!!

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Confession: I've been anticipating this 100th post for weeks. It's kind of a big deal. But I really haven't had any idea of what to write. Should it be meaningful? Funny? No different than the others so people don't think I'm weird about caring about this stuff?

I've decided to write about how this is my 100th post. The unoriginal title of the blog should have been self explanitory enough.

To begin, I know how this goes. People read a blog, watch a certain youtuber's videos, or follow someone on Twitter because they like what they have to say/sing/do/whatever. And I've always found the "oh I've reached my 1 millionth subscriber omgg thanks so much love my fans!!" really annoying, because I don't follow people to listen to them tell me how many subscribers they have, I follow them because I want them to provide entertainment or comic relief to my life.

So please, please bear with me here. I know I'm a filthy hypocrite...but really. Let's just all be friends and appreciate that I'm feeling rather pleased that I've written 100 blogs.

First, I want to celebrate the life of this blog. It is just over 1 year old, which means I averaged 1 blog every 3.6 days. Except that is not even true. I wrote a few blogs a month until I wrote about 50 between October and December, where my blogs also changed too. I honestly don't know how, or why. I think I started proof reading whatever I started writing, because I went back and read through my blog and I noticed a ton of typos in my first few months of posting. That's just embarrassing, because Kaela doesn't make typos. Ever.

Anyways, I can't remember why I started this blog, other than I needed a healthy way to express myself rather than becoming a Facebook status posting maniac (I think we've all been through that stage. No? Just me? Yikes. Well...I've repented). Also, I love to write. Obviously, because I'm a communications major. Pause. I started writing more blogs around the same time I decided on that major. Correlation is not causation, but it's the best excuse I've got.

Anyways, I tried to have a set theme for what I would blog about. Dates, monthly reviews, Basketball/Volleyball Co-ed. And all of that was going pretty well until I just got really lazy. Or I just realized that writing about those things consistently was hard and wasn't really producing quality posts. Either way, I at least have noticed the quality of my writing improve ever since I became addicted to blogging. So I guess that is the one good thing about this.

Why do I love blogging? Because I'm still living under this impression that nobody reads my blog, so technically I can write about whatever I want and NOBODY will know. But its not like a journal, because I still have to accept the fact that this is the internet and some random people may read my blog and possibly get offended if I talk about them. So I usually don't talk about people. But I love to express myself and talk about things I've learned or try new styles of writing and all that good stuff. Is blogging probably going to die out and be remembered as just some fad? I hope not. Cuz...then I won't know what to do with myself...

Anyways, I'm gonna make this quick, cuz I'm going to watch The Bachelor (which I've gotta do at least once in my life, so don't judge.)

Basically, for the people who have read my blog...I don't know who all of you are, but thanks for being interested in what I have to say! And for the people who I don't know who read my blog, don't tell me who you are. I want to be able to continue to blog without being afraid of what people might think about me.

It's been so fun! And I'm not stopping anytime soon...which hopefully isn't a bad thing.

Much love!
Kaela

2011: A Year In Review

Confession: I've been trying to write this post for DAYS. But I really haven't been able to find the right words. Now that 2011 is over, I think I know exactly what needs to be said.

I debated for a while going month by month saying what went well and what didn't. But that was taking way too long. I also realized that there were few events in the year I really wanted to talk about. Mostly, it was just the people. So even though I feel a little weird about doing this, I'm going to give a shoutout to the people who made 2011 the year that it was. But seriously, lets just take a moment here to understand that me mentioning you on my blog is not creepy, and me not mentioning you on my blog does not mean I don't love you. Okay, from the beginning.

Yon Soo Park: You are the Harry Potter of 2011. You are the master of the Deathly Hallows. Thank you for taking me under your metaphorical wing in while I endured wrath and torment. Thanks for always being understanding and willing to tell me what's what. Stay strong my asian adopted sister. Once you defeat the Voldemort that is college, you can come live with me.

Aubrey Glazier: You are the Dobby of 2011. You provide much comic relief, but you're also a very loyal friend, and your eyes are the shape of tennis balls. Even though I pretend to hate you, I actually don't. Even though you still think my name is Karla. Thank you for being such a great friend, a great example and for never failing to make me laugh. You kept me sane during Journalism, which was quite an amazing feat. And AP World history wouldn't have been the same if you had never discovered Hadippa. Just remember, a father's heart knows no maths.

Rachel Chow: You are the Draco Malfoy of 2011. I'll never understand you, ever. But you are a very hardcore friend. I'll never forget all the crazy parties you've thrown. If your hair gets any shorter, then eventually you will be bald. But it's okay, because you can pull pretty much everything off. Even when you overdress to go to sketchy new years parties at the mall. Seriously though, you've got style. And swag. I think of you as the Draco of 2011 not because you love him, but because he reminds me of the color green, and so do you.

Chase Weight: You are the Nearly Headless Nick of 2011. Oh what great times we've had. Remember that awkward study party we had for AP World, and then we made a banana souffle that tasted like garbage? One canoli hope that someday we will someday make food that actually tastes good. That curry would have been pretty good...too bad Matt ruined it. Lets go to Lagoon again, and this time, how about you don't break your new phone?

Briana Lindsay: You are the Ginny Weasley of 2011. Not because I want you to hook up with Yon Soo, but you're pretty much fearless. And, I'm pretty excited to go to UVU with you next semester :) Next time we go get our nails done, let's not go to that awkward place in the mall, okay? Also, watch out for those Village Inn creepers ;)

Christian Paiva: You are the Hedwig of 2011. We experienced some crazy, crazy stuff. Remember that SUPER awkward date? Shudder. Thank you for all the laughs. If it wasn't for you, I never would have imagined Kirk Skyles in an American flag speedo, covered in honey. Now sometimes I can't sleep at night. Thank you for all the fun memories and for being the one to convince me that it's alright to follow my heart. (ending on a cheesy note, love it.) Also, I hope your Hamlet essay ended up going well. It is kind of a stupid book, huh?

Kate Cutchins: You are the Severus Snape of 2011. Don't freak out, because that could be considered a bad thing. But we've both read the books, so we know Snape is one of the best characters in the entire series. Basically, I have so many fond memories of us from 2011. Going to Sonic after school, watching Tangled and X-Files -- those were some of my favorite memories from this year. And I think we have had more than enough misunderstandings. But you are a very good person, you are smart and talented and I hope you know that I truly do admire you.

Kat Moulton: You are the Luna Lovegood of 2011. It always makes me so happy whenever you comment on my blog. You are always so full of surprises, and I really admire how you know who you are and you stick to it. You are brilliant, and  you are going to go on to teach herbology some day. I can just feel it in my bones.

Romain Dupouy: You are the Ron Weasley of 2011. Even though we didn't have very much time to spend together, you taught me so much about being a true friend. I absolutely loved getting to know you and I miss you more than you could possibly imagine. The day I win the lottery, I am coming to France to visit you. Actually, I'm just going to buy a private jet so we can hang out whenever we want. Thank you for making me realize that America really is a fatty country, and for being one of the best friends I've ever had.

Whitney Carlson: You are the Neville Longbottom of 2011. Since we have known each other, you have always been a loyal friend. I would not be surprised if, at the end of this year, at graduation, you pulled out Godric Gryffindor's sword out of a hat and chopped off Nagini's head. I really wouldn't at all be surprised, because you are just that cool. Remember who you are, and remember that sometimes, it's okay to wonder why it's harder to breathe underwater.

Matthew Woodruff: You are the Albus Dumbledore of 2011. Mostly because I have seen you with a beard (remember that time when you didn't shave for 2 weeks for Morp? Yeah that was supes dupes gross), and I think someday it could be just as amazing as Dumbledore's. But, maybe wait until you're 150 years old, or however old Dumbledore ended up being. I hope you realize that you give the absolute best advice, and to go with that you are a very good listener. Thank you for always being there for me, to make me laugh or just help me through a hard time. Thank you for all the fun we had this year. Prom seriously was the best day of 2011, and one of the best days of my life. Also just so you know, I TOTALLY won the burn contest...I think I can see you being the headmaster of a school for witches and wizards. But an American school, because you are the whitest kid I know. And finally, you are going to be an incredible missionary. Brazil doesn't realize that they are totally the luckiest country in the world. Thanks for being one of the best friends I've ever had, and for making 2011 absolutely wild.

So there you have it. The celebrities of 2011. I have no idea how the Harry Potter thing got started. Like, I honestly don't. But thank you all again for making 2011 the crazy year it was!

Love,
Kaela