Last night

I got me some Costa Vida. I know we have one in California near me, but I never made my way to the town over to try it.

Aaaand with Busy Bee Lauren declaring her love for it nearly every week, I decided that since I was only like a mile from it while at BYU I must try it.

Here I am with the glorious food. Wait, did I give my reaction away already?? Oh and ignore my crazy hair. It was kind of a rough day.

It was very very yummy. I got a sweet pork salad with the tomatillo dressing. I pretty much made it already once at home though from a recipe a friend gave me when some missionaries came over, soI kind of want to try something else when I go there next. What do you guys get?

Crabbay- Laday

I guess I'm extra cranky today or something, cause I find myself muttering about pretty much everything that crosses my path.

but back to why I felt a need to write a post despite my crankyness.

Did I ever tell you guys that pretty much everyone thinks I'm Mexican? Like not that that's a bad thing, but for heavens sake I'm JAPANESE AND ENGLISH. There is NO spanish-speaking country blood in me. Some one has even guessed Italian.

A Mexican from Mexico even came up to me speaking spanish. No Commrendo Senior. I took FRENCH in high school. 

Okay well since my Dad is white and my mom is FULL Japanese (Yes, I am HALF AND HALF) wow my crankiness is sure coming out in capital letters.... whenever we go places, no one every thinks my Mom and Dad are together. But they usually ask if they are together at least.

Sooo today I was in line getting lunch at the cafeteria and this lady comes up to me asking in Spanish if I spoke it, at least I can only assume cause I heard something that sounded like espanole in her question. I smiled and said no. 

Then she stood in line next to me. Like RIGHT next to me. Ummm, personal space lady? Every time the line inched forward she would still move up right next to me. In a couple of minutes her daughter(?) came up and started talking to her in spanish. 

blah blah blah, so I get my food and the lady at the register is confirming what I ordered and then she starts confirming the people's order behind me. I was kinda confused. Was she doing our orders simultaneously?

Then I realized she was combining our orders. Like really? REALLY?!? You didn't even ask if we were together? You just automatically put our orders together? We aren't even descended from the same CONTINENT! ughhhh (Okay I was already irritated at this place because they didn't have like ANY of the veggies they were supposed to have. lame.) 

I called my mom and told her and she was just laughing at me.

Maybe I should take a few spanish classes and start telling people I'm mexican. Even though I don't think I even look mexican. what ev's. 

This is my confused face.

Okay, I think I'll go take a nap now. Maybe I can sleep off my crankiness. 

PS. I don't think there is anything wrong with being Mexican. Overall they are a beautiful people and country. It just gets a little old that I am constantly assumed to be mexican, when I am not. And yes, I do realize that I don't look Japanese OR English either. Guess I'll always be a mystery till you ask. Or read this.

Update: Okay no nap yet, but I did just watch a wedding video from a couple that was in my ward. Now I'm all smiles ;)

Makin' Babies

Today the cycle of like just randomly popped into my head (aka all day lower back pain)

So I was congratulating myself on making it past the age of sixteen without being pregnant, and therefore, escaping the possibility of being on "Sixteen and Pregnant".

.....

Then a thought popped into my head. 

What if I ended up on "I Didn't Know I was Pregnant"??

I can't decide which would be worse.

Bam!

So I was reading Ursula Le Guin's "Why Are American's Afraid of Dragons" for class. She is talking about how important imagination and fiction are.

I'm loving this quote:

"So I arrive at my personal defense of the uses of the imagination, especially in fiction, and most especially in fairy tale, legend, fantasy, science fiction, and the rest of the lunatic fringe. I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived. I believe that all the best faculties of a mature human being exist in the child, and that if these faculties are encourages in youth they will act well and wisely in the adult, but if they are repressed and denied in the child they will stunt and cripple the adult personality"

This essay can be read on good books preview here.



I really like how she emphasized how important having an imagination as a kid is to our adult lives, and the distinction she made about maturity.

Agree? Disagree?

Bicycles

Okay, so you know how everyone has warm and fuzzy memories from their carefree days of childhood, roaming outside, racing down the streets on the bikes, etc, etc?

{ffffound}

Well, now I know you guys might be shocked to hear this about me, but I had a few accidents on my bike when I was younger, despite my cat-like reflexes.


Why am I telling you this? Well, I was walking back from my class today and I realized that I cringe on the inside every time a bike passes me. Now, it's not the "oh crap I have my head phones in and didn't even hear that bike coming up behind me" reaction (Though that happens to me too) or the "What the? Hey biker, try not cutting me off next time because I just saw my life flash before my eyes" reaction either (though, this too happens to me).


I've had too many incidents with bikes (first grade I fell, blacked out, and half of my face skid across the concrete, fifth grade I fell face first, got a few stitches on my lip and gum and broke half of my front tooth which has resulted in two root canals, and a few other more minor accidents)** that anyone going at what seems fast, freaks me out, for their sake. 


Do you ever feel weirdly scared for other people when they are doing seemingly everyday stuff that freaks you out??


**I'm a totally grandma on a bike now-- last time I rode when was a couple of years ago in the Netherlands I think, on these cobbled roads by a river that was totally pretty but I was so paranoid of falling that I went about a mile an hour.  

Shakespeare Film Festival 2010

So instead of being up in Provo all day tomorrow, I will be here.

(Cedar City..... gahhhh 4 hour bus ride!!!!)

For this.

Seeing Much Ado About Nothing and Macbeth

I mean, I'm personally not a huuuuge fan of reading Shakespeare, but boy I do enjoy seeing people act it out. I mean, that is how it was meant to be experienced right?

Any of you going??

PS. I made some new pages up at the top if you want to go check them out. I mean, they aren't really anything new. But organized newly.

I've got a bug

... a travel bug!!

I haven't been anywhere in a couple of years tear :(  but thanks to my parents taking me on many a trip, I looove traveling. I mean who doesn't? Well I suppose some people like to vacation doing the same thing every year, which is fun, but there are so many things to see!!

I've been drooling over some of our pictures from the last family trip we took (minus my sister, so I guess it was a parents + michelle trip) in Portugal and Morocco.

[Lisbon I believe, pretty close to our hotel]

{Lisbon isn't even my favorite city ever, however awesome it is, but *somehow* I think I could stand to live there for a few years... at least. No?}

I loveeee exploring places that are more ruins than preserved! 

{This is where I died. It's up a huuuge mountain and has amazingggg views. Seriously.}

{Of course Morocco was AMAZING too. Highly recommended}

{Good-bye Morocco!}

(We may or may not have gotten into trouble with the guards by taking these pictures before getting on the ferry*.)

Does anyone else feel like they never fully appreciate all that they see when they are actually on vacation??

*That ferry ride was kinda hell-ish. I didn't mind tooo much, but the boat was totally rocking. Like you couldn't walk across the ship without bracing yourself. Limited seating. Multiple hours. Many, many, many Moroccans stuffed into the boat, and VERY intent on getting off first. Almost got trampled. It was intense.

Just call me "Chef Michelle"

Sooo want to know what I had for dinner tonight?

Pretty much the food of the gods... aka "college kid with no time to cook or go to the store night"

okay, so I know ALL of you are just dying to know what went into this no nutrition, high fat, high cal delicious and nutritious meal of mine. So without further ado, here it is:

First you will need the left over spaghetti from a casserole you made over the weekend.

Next you will need butter (don't skimp too much, you don't want it dry!) and 1 slice of american cheese.

You will also need some parmesan cheese (not the fresh kind, you will definitely want the never-expires kind if you want this to taste authentic) salt and pepper.

Microwave for a little over a minute.

Oh, and if you are feeling especially adventurous and want to kick things up a notch, I recommend a little cayenne pepper.

The end.

(and your welcome)

PS. Don't worry tooo much about my health. Some nights I do actually cook. Of course, that doesn't mean its healthier. It may just not look as sad.  Plus I just gave blood and they said I have good amounts of iron, so I'm good right? 

Sometimes

Sometimes I wish I could gather up all my favorite people and keep them with me all the time.

..... And definitely, definitely not, be away from all of them at once.

Girls and Hair

{ffffound}

Why is it that whenever us girls grow out our hair, we have the strongest urge to cut it all off?

.... and once we give in and cut it all off, we instantly want to grow out again?

Why is it that we constantly want to wear our hair differently than it is naturally? (different color, straightened or curled, etc)


...What I am really asking here is, why do I always want to switch my bangs to side bangs every few months, even though I always go back??
Example A:

Currently I am wearing my straight hair curly, and my full bangs to the side. (Please excuse the messiness of it. It's been a long day.)

PS. Do any of you have any tips for relaxing my curls in the morning (they are ones I sleep in) so that my curls look more like above, than below? Don't get me wrong, Shirley Temple *rocked* that look, *I* just can't pull it off. And it kinda sucks that it only looks alright AFTER all my classes when I am stuck in my room doing homework.