Someone get me up this hil!!!

My mood--in a photograph.

I have a paper due today...and a test tomorrow...and a bunch of readings...and an internet assignment. Not to mention the 600 things on my to do list for the last month-like getting a new license and social, I swear I'm gonna do that one day. It's not that I don't love being an Orr, I'm still just a Taylor-lazy (I take that back.) SOOO...with all this to do I have found just about every possible task to avoid it all. Last night I wrote 15 pages in my journal-I had a new life to catch up on. I've already made two meals and cleaned and watched the whole season 5 of Scrubs. There is nothing left for me to do! So, I blog. Why can't I just be more proactive? Golly, once I actually do the stuff I feel great, but getting to that point is like climbing a freaking mountain. It is rare that I get to do the victory dance on top. So...now that I've written this, I've gotten a little motivation I think. I quite possibly might actually write this 5 page paper and maybe even finishing studying for this test. I'm guessing I'll probably write another 15 pages in my journal first, scrub the toilet, and watch american idol. Perhaps then I'll be ready to conquer this mountain...and then I'll bust out those victory dance moves I have somewhere in me---somewhere

Taggage

Yep...it happened to me. Thanks to beloved Marie... it's great because I have nothing to blog about anyways!!

Post the rules on your blog
List 6 random things about yourself.
Tag 6 people at the end of your post.

ONE

I LOVE shuffling cards. I do. Can't explain it. The bridge I can make is miraculous and makes me want to cross it over and over again. I'm addicted. Spencer hates playing cards with me because I have to shuffle until "it feels right". I mean it. It's like card OCD. It's the Vegas in me. I'm a card shark-with the secret dream of becoming a dealer. Let's hope I never cross that bridge.

TWO

I have giant TONSILS. Big, just like that. They are perfectly located in the center of my throat, closing off my passage for breath and basically life. (I'm a drama queen). I have to spit a lot, sick I know, but I always have...and I don't have to hide it now since someone already married me regardless. Thank goodness, I thought it would be my demise! I went to the health center last week and after 6 pointless tests and dumb diagnoses, the ENT told me I had "abnormal tonsils". Thank you for someone finally coming through for me...although it did make me feel a little abnormal. So, my problems in life will be a teeny bit lessened if I man up and get those things removed! But honestly, do I want peoples hands down there? And how will I stop eating...it's a toss up.

THREE

I complain about homemaking things to do, ie. cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc., but I love them. It makes me feel accomplished and needed. I also complain about homework...so it's a nice distraction from that for me. It relaxes me. There's something about sweeping that just...oh...it just does it for me. A great escape.

FOUR

Onions are the macaroni to my cheese. Oh how divine. Bitter or sweet, however I want them. Their eye-watering goodness fills my heart with beats. I fry them up daily, put them on or in anything. Rice and onions with seasoning salt is my new thing...I'm such a chef, I know. In high school my friends parents named me "OG"-onion girl. I told all my junior high friends it stood for "original gangsta", I was too thugish to have such a thing revealed. I'm not ashamed now. I heart Onions. I am an "OG". (avocados are my second love)

FIVE

My current television shows are: One Tree Hill-my emotions run wild as I follow these kids lives which run adjacent to mine, Office-of course, Lost-insanity, it's too much for my mind to handle, Scrubs-out loud laughter fills our little apartment of peace, Food Network- anything goes-it just draws me in and makes me want to save the world one casserole at a time, Law and Order-this consumes Spence and I's lives-we can't stop-and we are sooo educated from it-I'll probably be a lawyer while he is the detective...I'll stop there so it seems like I have a life. What I meant to say is, my current readings are.......

SIX

Plucking eyebrows brings me so much joy. The arrangement of hairs is such art. Getting a real good pair of tweezers makes the exercise such an experience. Spencer's eyebrows...my favorite playing field. He is a man though and has drawn the line. Sad. So I must find satisfaction elsewhere. Can you graduate from BYU with an emphasis or minor in tweezing? T'would be a dream...


I pass the flaming torch to:
Emily, Jilly, Hales, Brittan, Lyssa, and Aims
:)