Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I'm performing in "The Monster of Doctor Frankenstein" all this week. If you're in Provo, or in Utah, come and check it out! It runs wednesday through Saturday, with a two performances on saturday! Tickets are six dollars and you can buy them here!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
What does it mean to you
to be disappointed?
When you imagine disappointment
does it have a face?
A scowl ike an ugly high school thing
coming back at you from the past?
It’d be nice if we could put a face
on all those emotions
that scare us into mediocrity.
Make it easier to poke out their eyes.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
You are the best. Unbeatable. Indestructible. The number one champion of everyone around.
You will never be fooled. Never bested. Never bruised. No one even comes close to the scope of your glory.
You are the greatest. Period. So long as you don’t leave your bedroom.
Lately I've been really up and down in terms of my self esteem. A good day in my improv class or rehearsal can send it soaring into believing that I really am a good actress, and will, someday make it into the acting program here. Then a day of thinking too hard, of comparing too hard, and of fearing too hard and send me plummeting back down into the land of "I'll never make it." From the lack of real challenges in my life, I've developed an attitude of "if it's too hard, I'll just quit." I haven't really taken that route this semester, and really have found the benefits and drawbacks of hard work.
I've just got to keep working hard.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
A LETTER TO THE KING
No matter what the scientists say I’ve got it on good authority there aren’t many animals great or small, given the chance would want to be you with all those clothes to buckle and papers to keep up with.
Think about it, they don’t even own cups.
So, maybe I'm doing three plays. Maybe I'm have a lot of homework. Maybe my back is as hard as a rock and knotty as a piece of pine wood. Maybe my neck is so tense, it's giving me a perma-tension headache. Maybe I haven't had time to do laundry in so long it's embarrassing. Maybe I might stop buying perishable food because I'm never home to eat it before it goes bad.
Maybe I'm being crappy friend and sister and daughter because I have a minimum of 2 rehearsals every day and homework to do and to catch up on.
Maybe I'm making really terrible excuses. No, not maybe. I am.
Maybe I feel like a whiner for writing this all here.
Life is good. Life is wonderful. I have too much to do, but really, I'm enjoying it all. I'm learning so much in so many areas. I am surrounded by love. I feel my Heavenly Father's love palpably every day. I am incredibly blessed. I have the best friends and a wonderful boyfriend and an amazing family who I am going to see this weekend, and a baby niece who I am going to meet and squeeze and kiss. I cannot wait.
Maybe it's time for me to stop whining now.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
(Ok, so this is unoriginal, but I just loved loved loved this quote that NieNie posted recently, I had to reblog it.)
Friday, September 11, 2009
My friend Brita is awesome. Her blogging skills are something that I aspire to have. She recently has decided to read the entire Anne of Green Gables series by L.M. Montgomery. It's reminded me of my own love of the story. Anne of Green Gables has a very very special place in my life and heart. I remember watching our taped-off-of-T.V. versions of Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea all the time (that Continuing Story one was weird though, I didn't like it so much). I have very specific memories of watching it when I was five, shivering at the spooky ghost music when Anne and Diana walk through the "haunted" forest laughing as Diana screams uncontrollably when Anne falls into the well. I loved Anne (although for a brief period of time in my life, I thought that because Anne didn't like having red hair, I shouldn't either, crazy, I know, but that was the power of Anne). Not much later, I started reading the books. They are so incredibly wonderful. They are hilarious, touching, and beautifully written. I have read the entire series so many times that I have lost count. I wish I had all my Anne books here with in Utah, but they're back in Connecticut. Oh, I love them.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I have this massive urge to watch The Village. Unfortunately my DVD has gone missing. I opened the DVD case, and the disc was gone. I only watched it once last year, and I know I had it after that. It's a mystery. And an annoying one. It is one of my favorite movies ever. It's also a movie that makes me feel all Autumn-y. And it's too hot. Too darn hot. I desperately need some Autumn right now. I love this movie. I feel like most people who didn't like it, only disliked it because they were expecting something different or they didn't understand it. I think it's amazing. I also completely love the relationship between Lucias and Ivy. He's always there when she needs him. She can put her hand out into the dark, and even into danger, and know that he will be there. His quiet, steadfast devotion and her outspoken, spunky and articulate personality are such a delight to watch. Also, I not-so-secretly wish I lived in Covington Woods.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
I was at first reluctant to accept Heidi's invitation to write on her blog. But slowly, the inviting turned to forceful asking, the forceful asking to threats, the threats to teary-eyed apologies, the apologies to worshipful pleading on bended knee. I finally decided to oblige the poor girl and grace her blog with this appearance.
Actually she just texted me her password and said hey feel like doing a blog? And I was down with the idea. But I like to think Heidi was on bended knee while she texted me.
I thought I might just explain how I came to know Heidi. Seeing as this is her blog, I doubt anyone reading this knows who I am. My name is Ian, and I met Heidi this summer here in Hamden. Actually, I had seen her a thousand times at BYU. I sang in the Men's Chorus this past school year, and Heidi (whom I did not know at the time) came multiple times a week to watch rehearsal. My roommate (also in Men's Chorus) often talked about that cute red haired girl who always sat in the corner. Heidi and I never actually met though.
And then the end of the semester came. I was headed "home" to wait out the long 3.5 months til my mission. I had graduated high school in my hometown, Duluth Minnesota. But my dad had just gotten a new job. So as I headed off for my first year of college, my family headed off to Hamden. I was not looking forward to the summer: working multiple jobs, and having all my friends back in Duluth.
It was in this spirit of downtroddenness (Dictionary.com confirms that this word exists) that I went church that first Sunday. I walked into the chapel, and saw that red haired girl. I thought of doing a Tiger Woods fist pump to celebrate. I didn't. But my mood changed a bit (a lot). I don't think even Heidi knows this next bit: I spent all of sacrament meeting and gospel doctrine thinking about how I would talk to her. I knew, of course, that I couldn't be like "hey I'm Ian you sat in Men's Chorus sometimes and watched us rehearse and me and my roommate thought you were attractive so hey", so I decided to pull the "wow you look familiar" thing, and then gradually let us figure out how I had seen her a million times. So I did just that after Gospel doctrine, slowly allowing the "where have I seen you" conversation to get to rehearsal, knowing full well that that was where I had seen her.
Needless to say, I felt good. But then a mist of wimpyness descended upon me, and did not lift until I finally sent her a very dorky Facebook message asking her on a date. So we ended up going out for ice cream (after our families had dinner together). As I was driving her home from getting ice cream where we had talked until it closed, I said "hey, I don't really feel like taking you home." Heidi said let's go hang on the playground of my old school. So we did. That first night, we talked til 1am on the playground. I had never clicked with someone like I did with Heidi.
For the next 2.5 months or so, Heidi and I hung out every single day. We both had jobs, but we worked around them. We hung out every single day, and I never once got tired of her. When we both had days off, we would hang out all day. When we both worked, we would hang when we were done, til one of us was falling asleep (or my angry mother would call). I'm pretty amazed she was cool with hangin' so much. I don't have the best of personalities. But I'm glad she was cool with it. I benefited so much from it.
You guys all know how awesome Heidi is. I've only known her for 3 or so months, but she is one of my favorite people. I leave on Wednesday to spend the next 2 years in the southern end of Chile. I will miss Heidi a lot. But I am so glad I was able to meet her.
Thanks for an incredible summer, Heidi.
P.S. Heidi's password is really embarrassing. Make sure to ask her what it is, she will be thrilled.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
This trip has been amazing so far. I am completely falling in love with America. It really is astounding how huge it is, how many places there are, and how different each place is. So many gorgeous thing to see, and fun things to do.
We started drove about 10 hrs the first day and paid a visit to Kirtland, Ohio. Cleveland is a pretty cool city too. We visited the temple, which was kind of weird. It's now owned by the Community of Christ, formerly the RLDS. For a place where so many amazing spiritual things happened, it really almost felt devoid of the Spirit. After we toured there, we went to historic Kirtland, owned by the LDS church. We stepped foot in the visitor's center, were greeted by an earnest missionary couple, and my parents immediately started to cry. The difference was palpable. That tour was so wonderful.
Then we stopped in Chicago. Hot, sticky, sweaty and AMAZING. Maybe my new favorite city. My life was changed when I finally saw, in person, a Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte, by Georges Seurat in the Institute of Art.
Then it was 13 hrs across the gorgeous farmlands of Wisconsin and Minnesota all the way to South Dakota. I spent much of this time conked out, leaning against the cooler that takes up more than half of the back seat which i currently feel like I'm living in. Fun though, I loved it.
Today we toured the Black Hills. The scenery was breathtaking. I think my favorite thing that we've seen so far is the Crazy Horse memorial. I'll write more about that later. We also drove through Custer Park and saw the amazing Mount Rushmore. Then we came back to our little hotel and sat in the hot tub for a much needed relaxer. Tomorrow we leave at 7 to drive to Yellow Stone! Please bless we don't get eaten by bears
I don't know if this made any sense. I'm going to sleep. Goodnight and I love you all! ...whoever reads this blog, and cares anyways haha
Sunday, July 12, 2009
So now I bid goodbye to the land of green trees, rain and thunderstorms, the best pizza in the country, the ocean, humidity and some of the best people ever. The summer got off to a slow and impatient start for me. I wanted to go back to school immediately. I missed everything I'd left behind in Utah (well maybe not everything...my dorm room comes to mind) and was counting the days until I could leave. The summer turned out to be wonderful. I made new best friends, spent good time with my family, worked a cool job, learned to appreciate New Haven Connecticut, spent time at the beautiful beach, ate the best ice cream, had a wonderful calling, cut all my hair off, and ended up counting the days in trepidation, looking at the time when I would have to leave. Don't get me wrong, I'm really really excited about going on this road trip with my parents, and I'm so excited to go back to BYU and see my best friends and family, and progress in school, but this summer really was a winner (not in the sarcastic sense) it really was wonderful. Of course, much of this is to do with Ian Hansen, a new best friend that I met this summer. I'm very glad I came home this summer, and got to spend this time back here in Connecticut.
and we leave tomorrow at 6 AM!
Friday, July 10, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
This was my original goal, before the chopping urge:
Annnd this is my new goal:
I don't think I'll back out, but I'm still having those nagging second thoughts, especially since my hair is the longest it's been in a couple of years, and happened to look good at church today. Also, cutting my hair that short will condemn me to short hair for at least the next two to three years while it grows out, not to mention some awkward growing out stages. Oh well, I'm still excited! Also, this will be marvelously easy for my road trip.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Thought #1: Bear Grylls is so hot.
Thought #2: That introduction was maybe a 6 out of 10. Don't hit me Heidi. And don't read over my shoulder.
Thought #3: Maybe I should start my own blog.
Thought #4: Nope, too much work.
Thought #5: "I will question Bear Grylls all I want, damn it."-Heidi. Ain't she cute?
Thought #6: Having Heidi explain what denghi is to you, is a real treat. "It's like the worst diarrhea."
*DISCLAIMER: She has never herself experienced denghi. She wished that be made abundantly clear.
Thought #7: Riiiiiiiiight
Thought #8: The Smith basement is nice. The ceiling fan is my favorite part.
Thought #9: If I were Heidi, I would continue doing posts by "guest blogger Ian Hansen." I could get away with super self-congratulatory posts that way.
Thought #10: Eating pad thai takeout on the floor is the thing. Like my dad always said, "Son, when you can sit on the floor with a girl and eat pad thai with her, then you will know."
Thought #11: Progressive Insurance commercials are the worst. That Flo girl with the big name tag makes me feel so angry.
Thought #12: "What commercial doesn't make you angry?" -Heidi. She's a gem.
Thought #13: United Way commercials don't.
Thought #14: Okay seriously, Heidi Smith is the coolest girl I know. This has been an awesome summer. I am so glad I met her. She is going to make a dude very happy y'al
Thought #15: A fun game to play: Take movie titles, or famous quotes, and replace one word with the word "poop". Or another immature word. Example: "The only thing we have to fear is, poop itself." -FDR. Then go get a bowl cut and a Power Rangers backpack. You are now a child.
These are all the thoughts I can think of. Thank you for your time and God Bless America.
Monday, June 8, 2009
While I was in Utah, I really missed the Ocean. I've never been to to Pacific ocean, but the crazy, New England Atlantic ocean and beaches are my favorite. We stopped at the hardcore bait shop that was always stop at, where these two tattooed, pierced, tanned and craggy old fishermen sat, watching "Yours, Mine and Ours" on the TV, commenting on how good of a movie it was. It just goes to show, you really can't judge a book by its cover. We bought a box of sandworms, and a whole bunker.
We got to a cement pier and set up. I think that sand worms are possibly the most wretched creatures on the face of the earth. They look like this:
Ok, lies. That's just how they seems to be to me sometimes. They look more like this.
Still pretty disgusting. I generally let my dad cut those up and put em on the hook for me, but I decided to man up, and do it myself. I, manfully, cut mine in half and, using the back end (the end without the pincher) impaled it, squirming, on the hook, successfully. I was also successful in getting worm blood all over my hand, and giving myself a world class case of the heebie jeebies. But I was proud of my accomplishments. My dad and I proceeded to fish for the next two and a half hours. The wind was really in rare form, and I had full body goosebumps, and couldn't feel the fantastic sunburn I was getting as a result. But look at us! We are fantastic anglers.
This is me and my dad, and our first catch of the day. Nothing much, you know.
This is one of my dad's catches of the day. Not too impressive. He was a little bitter. He was also wearing some fantastic pleated shorts. Oh that fashionista father of mine.
Here is me and my last catch of the day. My dad is not only bitter that my fish is bigger than his, but that my facial hair is much more impressive.
...okay. So we didn't catch anything. But isn't this was fishing is all about? Telling tall tales? Oh well. It was still a really fun daddy/daughter day. After we gave up, we thawed out at a seaside seafood restaurant and had mediocre fish, and I watched my rockin' sunburn develop. Good times.