Wednesday, June 30, 2010


Someday I will come back to the blogosphere and continue entertaining the masses whilst on the clock...but right now, mi clase de espanol is killing me. Today, the 7th day of class, I have to take a test during lunch on Chapters 1 - 3. That's right. Summer Term sucks. Because of this, I am eating a lunch I prepared last night involving tuna. If you were not privy to this blog when I offered these particular two cents before, read here. Love tuna, not the stench.

Peace out.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Oh YA!

Watched this in mi clase de Espanol today. AWESOME. Love the chills. Everytime.

Friday, June 18, 2010


Thank you, RG, for posting this and making my Friday WAY better than expected.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Can't help it. I'm a dancer at heart.

#1. Great moments in art rock my world, to put it plainly. The dancing in this piece is phenomenal. Oddly enough, this is the strangest-styled choreographer (amongst other things) on the show and I usually just put up with her numbers. This R.O.C.K.E.D. As always, the judges pontificate profusely (if I could've chopped out just the dances, I would've). There is no requirement of listening to the last half of the video to appreciate the beauty in this dance. That said, I completely concur with Shankman's remark about the change in the choreographer herself. (Also, shout out to Allison, season 2's all-star from ghetto Orem.)

#2. HAHAHAHAHAH. I have now watched this clip more times than I care to say. This kid SLAYS me. Ah, sweet innocence. Let's hope he stays that way. For a contemporary farm boy from the middle of nowhere, USA: props for surviving this hurdle, kid. THIS is entertaining. Seriously, I've repeatedly giggled myself silly.

Welcome to Summer. Bring on the dancin'!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Sweet Glory Hallelujah!

OH man. Tender mercies. Gracious me. I may tear up here. So, these thesis deadlines have been haunting my life for quite some time, and today, I finally banished them for good! OH MAN. (Don't get over-excited here, I'm no where near done. I just understand the deadlines as they apply to ME for graduating in December now.) I'm so happy I could run a mile! WOO HOO! I just needed to vent somewhere....YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!

Ok, back to the compy, with no pressures! Man, writing is so much easier this way...

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Monday, June 14, 2010


HAHAHAH. I love a day where the regular mish-mosh of the Y makes me cackle out loud at my desk. Today, I got fed up with my office phone (it's been on the fritz for quite some time) and decided to make the dreaded call to OIT for help. None of that really matters...

Except, after the "Welcome to BYU" recording stopped, the hold music blared in my ear, "DUN, DUN DU-DUN!!!!!! DUN, DUN, DU-DUN!!!!!!!" AHAHAHAHAHAH! Good thing I had swallowed the preceding gulp of water already.

BYU always has classical music for their hold music, but "Welcome to BYU" followed immediately by Wagner's Bridal March is pretty much the most hilarious wait music moment ever. EVER. AHAHAHAHAHHA. I'm still laughing. Oh the irony...

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Consensus: I believe I will return after the Summer

A whirlwind of story-lines flailing at lightening speed into one neatly tied-off season 1.


For me, it was almost over before it began. I usually badger Hulu repeatedly the next day simply to relive my favorite moments. Today, I felt it a necessity to be sure I hadn't missed something.

A blink, and it was over. But a good one. I did like it. I think. No, I did. It was just nothing like what I was expecting. Mucho tears. With that said...

Dear creators,

Please do your show justice next year. Please don't sell out to increasingly nasty trends in TV. Long live McKinley High New Directions 2010-2011. Here's to more fantastic harmonies, beautifully classic hits, hilarious story lines, and less Madge madness. Thanks for the unparalleled entertainment.

A Gleek Hopeful for Next Year

(Good thing I have SYTYCD to satisfy my craving for the next few weeks.)

I hereby deem...

S & L as darn cute kid makers! These people can keep it up. Official Ella Stamp of Approval granted. How hilariously adorable are these two? One looks just like her mama, and the other looks just like her daddy. Awesome.

Those cheeks!!!

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Without further ado....

Ah the joys of Memorial Day with the G fam. Pretty sure Tami said there were 71 of us there, and at last count that was about half of us. Seriously. Thanks T & T for the great party, which served as the crime scene for the following...

You know those rarities in life that induce (yes, Chelle, I thought of the right word finally) laughter spontaneously, proving all other efforts futile? Well, here you go. Feast.

Indeed, the equal but opposite reaction overcomes the participants, and the only byproduct of this equation is "nearly-wet-your-pants" laughter. Awesome. (They're quick. Watch fast.)

Here we see Jeff lose his footing, removing the safety of the fabric for Candace and I. The resultant catapulting g-force is so strong that the opposite runners don't even have time to run. Yes, that's me bouncing in the background. And, props to my dear Candace (who really wanted this video deleted after we all laughed at it for at least 45 minutes) for sailing into history toward the camera, ending her journey with the greatest face-plant ever. The only one left standing is her husband, Whit, who incidentally, fell over laughing right after. Seriously hilarious.

We see a similar occurrence here when Sam slips onto his can as Will and James continue running, thereby launching Daniel 3 feet into the air. Too bad his feet are tangled in 5 yds of lycra. Another great ending.

See. Told you these videos would make you giggle while you watch them repeatedly. Go on. Hit it again. You know you want to... Happy Wednesday.

(I have got to get me one of these...)

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


In lieu of a forth-coming video guaranteed to make you giggle as you uncontrollably hit replay multiple times, I will give you the following:
  • Me.
  • My family.
  • Sprinting.
  • 5 yds of Lycra.
  • Newton's 3rd law of motion.
You do the math.

(And anxiously await hilarity at its finest...)