The Little Redhaired Girl

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Lazy Music Post

Okay, here are two songs that I cannot stop listening to right now.

I'm a pretty eclectic music listener...can you tell?

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Valumtime's Day.

Ok. So I'd just like to send a big, fat this song:

To this guy:

Yeah Kurt. I'm being sappy. Deal.

Don't be embarrassed. Ok?

He's unbelievable. I punch (typo, but it was funny, so I kept it) myself everyday to make sure I'm not dreaming that he's my wonderful, hilarious, loving, silly boyfriend and bestfriend.

He hates Valentine's day, but I don't care.

Happy Valumtime's, Dear.

Thanks for being better and more best than any boyfriend that I could possibly imagine.

Kurt, I know you're embarrassed. Sorry.

annnnd....

One more picture...can't help myself.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

One More Candle and Trip Around the Sun

It's true. I've made it around the Sun one more time. I'm now 21.

21 is (I know I know) very young.

However, it cannot be denied as a landmark.

I think that despite 20 being the first age out of the teens, 21 is the first year of real adulthood.

Adulthood.

Yuck.

I am currently in the city of Angels. In an angelically beautiful, if swankily inadequate hotel.

(aka no continental breakfast. which I was counting on saving and eating for at least two of the days' meals.)

I am at an acting and theatre festival.

Ever get the birthday blues?

They're not even necessarily blues. The blues that, for a lack of a better term, make you feek vaguely discontent and squirmy inside, and all for reasons that you can't explain.

I had an emotional tearful outburst at the end of today, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why.

I had a beautiful day today. A group of BYU kids decided to go to Disneyland. I hitched a ride in the van and got picked up by my wonderful sister-in-law and niece and spent a wonderful day with them.

I saw dolphins, guys. Dolphins.

They said "happy birthday" to me. Kind of.

I don't know why birthdays incite such strange emotions in people. or maybe just me? I don't know. It maybe that I miss my family. It may be spending so much time with my niece made me emotional. It may be that leaving her made me sad. It may be that I miss my boyfriend. It may be that talking to a group of recognizable professional actors tonight in a Q&A made me question my fundamental fitness for the acting profession. And it very well may be that I dropped my wallet in the restroom of a Chevron gas station in Fillmore, Utah, while trying to avoid a very large puddle of vomit from a very small girl, and it had yet to come back to me in the mail, despite the assurance that it has been sent...

But I think, in addition to all of these things, my brilliant friend Mariah said that birthdays always feel weird because there's always an expectation of change, which never really happens. You never ever really feel different on your birthday. You always wake up thinking "I'm a year older, do I feel any different?" and then you never do, and then you always end up feeling vaguely dissatisfied with the day, however great the day was.

So, I had a good cry. A good laughy cry with big fat teardrops, and re-crys and big, frustrated hand gestures, and hugs. Then I went down to the beautiful gym on the fourth floor of the hotel, and ran really hard for 30 minutes. And then I felt like I wanted to throw up a little. And then I took a shower and got in my clean, white hotel-y bed and sat with my damp hair on my pillow, feeling refreshed, clean and tired, and wrote a badly written blog.

I feel better. I love so so many people of my life, family and friends, and cannot believe how well they take care of me, and deal with me, and love me. I am so grateful to them.

and happy birthday to me, saith the dolphins.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Button, Button, who's got the button?

Check out the button on my sidebar!

It's for Out of the Woods Designs.

My mother designs, burns and paints wood furniture and plaques, and is incredibly talented.

She is amazing.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Probably-asaurus.

So. I hate that I mostly only feel like blogging when I'm procrastinating something.

right now, it's finishing a geology term paper.

Yes. Geology. Term. Paper.

Why? Oh yes, I've been asking myself that too.

What's my topic? Oh no big deal.

It's just this bad-A sea-lizard.

THE MOSASAUR.

Look at that guy. Terrifying right?

Yikes.

So now I know more about this late-cretaceous beastie than I ever would want to.

(If its size weren't terrifying enough, this guy has teeth on the ROOF of its mouth. There is no escape)

So...now that you're here....

I forgot what I was going to say.

Really though.

I had a good idea. And now it's gone.

This idea probably would have changed your life.

After reading this blog, you probably would have gone out into the world, gone on a 15-mile run, cooked an amazing 4 course meal and then made about 4 people fall in love with you.

Really though. I'm sure it was probably brilliant.

You probably would have helped a homeless man, sung an opera, made several matches for best friends, slapped Keira Knightley in the face, saved 3 orphans from a bear-shark, and then given a Tony-award winning performance.

Honestly.

Probably.

Maybe these are just all things that I want to do.

Probably.

But in the mean time, watch this video. My mom and I do. All the time.

It's my favorite.