Heidi's Daily Affirmation.

I must admit that this post is plagiarism.

I took the idea from Emily. Whose blog I love.

Here is it. Pribbles and Prabbles.

She did this first

and probably better, but here goes.

You've probably seen this video.

She's pretty adorable right?

I love it. I also love that attitude.

This is the attitude that I have about my life at this very moment!

I can be a SHARK.

Now my whole life is great.

I can do anything good!

I like my school

I like my hair

I like my Scarletts!

I like my dads

]I like my play

I like my sisters

I like my whole house

I like my moms

I like my Kurts

I like my Senorita Eeeeeeeva Blancas

I like my church

I like my brothers

I like my

domesticity

I like my roommates

I like my whole life!

My whole life is great

I can do anything good

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...

I can do anything good!

BETTER THAN ANYONE

The Game

Here's yet another Dallas Clayton poem.

I love him.

LIFE INSTRUCTIONS

Child 1: This game doesn’t have directions.

Child 2: So?

Child 1: So how do you know if you are playing it right?

Child 2: It’s fun. When a game is fun you’re playing it right.

-Dallas Clayton

I think there's a lot to be said of this. Unfortunately, I didn't get enough sleep last night to figure out exactly what.

I'm sure you can figure it out. You're smart and wonderful people.

-The Little Red Haired Girl

Stage Door!!!

Watch this to see how amazing my show is going to be. Oh it is.

Also, don't look for me in this trailer, I'm not in it.

But I AM in the play!

So come see it!

We open next Wednesday, the 27th and run through November 13th!

You can get tickets online, or on BYU campus in the HFAC!

Here's the thing.

This is my new goal, thanks to a little help from Marc Johns. Check him out.

I'm realizing it's easier just to try and be happy, even when you're not.

It's all in what you focus on.

and guesswhatsurprise!

Trying to be happy, makes you happy.

So here for you, my four faithful blog readers (all within my family, I'm guessing)

is yet another of my happy lists:

1. Oh my gosh the weather. I know, I know. Every girl, and every girl who blogs is talking about how amazingly wonderful this weather is and thescarvesandbootsandsweaters. yes. I feel the same way. But oh, the chilliness, the rain, THE THUNDER AND LIGHTENING! I've been waiting for 2 years for a good thunderstorm in Utah, and finally got one yesterday. It was wondrous. It makes me put on my "autumn" playlist on my ipod, and float away to the strains of the Amelie, The Village and Little Women soundtracks, Iron and Wine, Nickel Creek, Joni Mitchell, Josh Ritter, the Weepies and more lovelies. This makes me happy. It's Cozy weather. Capital C-Cozy.

2. How happy I am with my living situation. I thought it was a miracle when I got housing at all, and in the complex of my dreams. I went in with one roommate that I knew, and two strangers. I was nervous. And I LOVE THEM. It's wonderful. I'm incredibly happy with my roommates, my house, my ward and the environment I now find myself in. I've never been super involved in my student ward or apartment complex, and have mostly created my social circle outside of those parameters. However, this year, I am making an effort to be more involved. Play rehearsals make this difficult, but I am trying. But all, in all, my new living situation is highly pleasing. Highly.

3. I can again feel inspired, fashion-wise. I lost my fashion bravery for a while. It's back now. And right in time for Autumn. Today I am wearing Navy blue and black together. Which, in my mind takes the kind of attitude and posture which indicates that this wasn't a mistake, but a purposeful decisions. Do I think too much about clothes? Yes.

4. My hair is growing!!!

5. Coooooooking. I love cooking. I don't know why. It's all I want to do. I want to drop out of school and be a cook. What I love the most is inventing things with the items I have in my kitchen. Which generally means it will have either cilantro, or curry in it...or both. On Wednesday, I was having an absolutely terrible day. A Jonah day. Just the worst. Then I came home, and realized I had some leftover canned pumpkin in my fridge, and I whipped some pumpkin-curry chicken. It turned out pretty good, a little too salty, but pretty dang good. There's something incredibly calming about cooking, and I've realized that almost nothing makes me simultaneously happier or more stressed out than cooking for others.

I'm not a perfectionist in any area of my life, but when it comes to baking, I freak a little bit. Over Conference weekend, my roommates and some friends and I created a little cozy nest in our living room, piling cushions, blankets and each other all over our floor and carpets. I baked pumpkin bread saturday morning, and coffee cake on Sunday morning. Saturday night, I baked a couple of strawberry rhubarb pies for my friends Bethany and Graham. Almost all of these baking episodes had a serious incident that affected the product for the worse. The crust decided to be made of crumbly sand, and hate me. By the time I had figured out how to work with it, one of the pies was...special. The other one wasn't too bad though. All of this baking made me sososo happy. Again, can Julie and Julia be my life?

6. Stage Door. Seriously this play is going to be gooooood. Come buy your tickets! It starts the 27th of October and runs through November 13th.

7. I have some of the best people around me that ever were. Seriously. My family is the best. My friends, I've really discovered this year, are invaluable to my life. I can't thank them enough for listening to me whine dramatically, or cry dramatically, or giving me support exactly when I need them the most. Miracles. I have angels in my life.

Complementary Me.

"Oh dear me, what a strange peculiar thing that I should always see, someone just like me..."

-Elizabeth and the Catapult

I've been noticing a trend in my life.

The trend is doppelgangers.

I don't know why. I don't know how. But I have a million of these so-called "twins" walking around in the world.

I used to think it was just the fact that most people think red hair makes twins of everyone. When the Parent Trap came out, everyone and their mom swore I looked exactly like "that girl in the movie"...Lindsay Lohan...Yikes. And, honestly, I was flattered, because I ADORED that movie, and I wanted nothing more than to be Hallie with her twist-and-clip hair, bangs, chinese dress, fluffy purse, and blue nail polish. She was the ultimate cool. But really, we both just had red hair. It wasn't even the same color red. Not everyone with red hair looks the same!

But lately, I've noticed that when I mention the red hair phenomenon, people are saying, "But she didn't have red hair."

I just don't know.

This is also compiled with the fact that literally, close to every single new person I've met throughout my life has told me that I remind them of someone they already know.

I can't figure out if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

One one hand, it's like people are comfortable with me because I seem familiar to them...

On the other hand...I remind them of someone they don't like...

On a third, mutant-hand, I am completely un-unique.

Un-unique? Is there another word for that?

Whatever.

Anyways, I'm finding this interesting.

The doppelganger effect.

Addendum: Literally 20 minutes after I posted this, my friend came and got me to show me my "doppelganger" in the HFAC. I didn't see the resemblance.

Addendum again: I'm thinking of using the above picture for Halloween. My hair looks almost exactly like that right now.

Thoughts.

I'd like to tell you all about a little green herb that makes me feel riiiilll good...

Yes. Yes, you've guessed it.

Cilantro.

Has there ever been anything as glorious as this plant? I submit that there is not. I now put cilantro in everything I make. Seriously. Ramen. So good. I put in on baby spinach with a little bit of lemon juice, and I don't need any more dressing than that! I put it in this chicken tikka-masala-type thing that I invented last Sunday.

It has become a staple in my fridge and life.

I shall probably name one of my children cilantro.

Joking.

But, really.

Here are some more thoughts from my head, I guess. I know, boring, right?

When you get new music, do you ever feel this strange sort of guilt if you attach onto one song, listen to it over and over and neglect the others a bit?

I do that.

I feel like I have this obligation to the rest of the album, and I am not fulfilling it, and I also might be hurting the feelings of the other songs.

Also, I looked at the wig I'll be wearing for Stage Door. All I can say is, I will not look like Heidi. Good luck trying to find me onstage. It would take my own mother the whole show to find me. It's blonde. Like this dishwater, greenish, dull blonde. The wig is also made of real. human. hair. It give-a me the jeeblies. It's from Korea. It was once on the head of a woman from Korea...or man. I guess I don't really know. The history of that hair.

This was random and not very interesting. Sorry.

Stop this train.

So. Sometimes being a grown-up is fun.

It's fun when you get to run around London and Paris by yourself. I learned that this summer. Being the baby of my family by a large age gap has left me without several basic survival skills, and largely dependent on others. This summer, however, when I was able to go to London, I was pleased to be able to master things and find my own way around.

The height of this grown-upness came during the travel week-end. Two friends and I decided to travel to Paris for the four day trip.

I found and booked our hostel in Monmartre. Found our way around. Mastered the metro. Spoke as much French as possible, and was really brave about speaking to strangers and asking for help and directions in French. I led my friends around Paris. They called me Tourguide Heidi. I'm bragging a little. But only because it was so new and unlike me and so much fun.

But being a grown-up kind of stinks sometimes when you have to make decisions. Decisions are not my friend. In fact, Decisions and I are enemies. But here I am. Making hard decisions. Being a grown-up. Satisfying. Also, painful. Also, confusing.

Can't I just rewind to the time I was still playing Barbies?

Oh wait...I played with Barbies until I was like 14.

Not to mention this little incident...

Which may or may not have been the summer before last...you don't know! (That's John Smith, Pilgrim Lady and Padme Amidala...yikes.)

Anyways. Even being 14 would be simpler than now. But then I guess I'd be stressing over things like no boys dancing with me or liking me ever at lame Connecticut stake dances. I guess that was pretty hard for me then.

I guess what I'm learning here is this is why we grow up. We are given challenges that we are able to handle as we go along. I wouldn't have been able to handle what I'm going through now at 14, which is why I'm going through it NOW and not THEN. I guess it's all designed to work itself out.

Though I do love those times when I can get together with some friends and watch Swan Princess and Anastasia and remember the time when all I wanted to do was be a princess...