"When you don't do it for a long time, it's exhausting. But if you're always exercising then your not dead after doing it. Clothes shopping is exactly the same thing. You're exercising a part of your brain when it comes to colors and styles." That's what Dad said and boy was he right!
So, yesterday was clothes shopping for Missions, and I did not expect it to be so tiring! First we went to Mr. Mac where Chris got outfitted for suits and whatnot. I tried on a couple of nice, modest dresses they had there and ended up buying one. Other than that, I wasn't feeling stressed at all or anything like that.
And then we went to the Sister Missionary Mall.
Boy, was I tired. How do girls do that?! Seriously! After the first two blouses and skirts I was ready to be done, but the lady helping me just kept throwing in more and more blouses and skirts, vests and sweaters. Mom ended up staying in the dressing room with me to help me mix and match, which I am so grateful for. I was so confused. When I first walked in, the nice lady told me to look around and she would go ahead and pick some stuff out for me. Well, I looked around and found nothing of particular interest. So I just went into the dressing room.
Man, I was so tired. And we're not even done yet! Some of the clothes we bought are dry clean or hand wash only, so we have to take them back. And, due to the heat and humidity in Japan during the summer, I'd like to get one more skirt that's really light weight and made of cotton. I'll have six skirts!!! Six!!! I suppose that's alright, but aaaahhhh!!!
I have already made a sacrifice: My Tomboy-ness.
What's more, tomorrow we're going to go look around some other places with one of Mom's friends. She's an expert on mixing and matching (ideal for a mission: as little clothes as possible with a variety of combinations at the same time all able to be chucked into the washing machine or dryer) so she's going to really help us.
Two things I learned on this outing:
1-Look at the tags
2-Sister Missionary Mall is a good place but go to other places too
I will be happy when the shopping's done. :P Winston, what are you doing now? Get away from Peej, you're a toy to her. AH!
Kitten attacking goat, gotta go!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Rain!
This has been a good week. My "Astral" travels haven't been as entertaining as I would hope, but that may be because I have been very inquisitive in my dreams as of late. I think my dream self is getting more and more curious. I hope it's careful, curiosity is lethal.
Rain! :D
I've been doing very well on my goal for finishing my story. I've been writing two pages every day, and today I'm going to actually go all out and finish an event. An event being, well, an event that moves the story closer to completion. Keep this up, self, and I will finish before June 30! And I won't have to eat a tomato.
For those of you who don't know, I have until June 30, 2008 to finish my story. If I don't finish it by that time, then the result is the tomato consumption. *gasp* No one knows what the tomato consumption is? That's easy to explain, here's my definition of a tomato:
Tomato: A vile fruit that is fat and red and tastes disgusting. It is a vital ingredient for ketchup and spaghetti sauce (which is tasty), but alone, as a fruit, causes gagging, chocking, nasty aftertaste, vomiting, and in some cases death.
Does that answer any questions?
Rupert, go outside and take a shower now!
Rain! :D
I've been doing very well on my goal for finishing my story. I've been writing two pages every day, and today I'm going to actually go all out and finish an event. An event being, well, an event that moves the story closer to completion. Keep this up, self, and I will finish before June 30! And I won't have to eat a tomato.
For those of you who don't know, I have until June 30, 2008 to finish my story. If I don't finish it by that time, then the result is the tomato consumption. *gasp* No one knows what the tomato consumption is? That's easy to explain, here's my definition of a tomato:
Tomato: A vile fruit that is fat and red and tastes disgusting. It is a vital ingredient for ketchup and spaghetti sauce (which is tasty), but alone, as a fruit, causes gagging, chocking, nasty aftertaste, vomiting, and in some cases death.
Does that answer any questions?
Rupert, go outside and take a shower now!
Monday, June 2, 2008
Bring forth the wine
Seriously, I got some wine for my 12th birthday!!! My Grandma and Grandpa gave it to me to celebrate the day that I am officially, cleverly disguised as an adult! Hooray! And what's more, I got The Foundling by Lloyd Alexander for my birthday too! I'm so happy!
Anywho, we got a new cat. A white one. She's two months old. Has a very light brown tail. And though we all agreed to call her Peej, which is jeep backwards, we still have our own names for the little white thingy. I call her Little One, Chris and Mike call her Clump, and Kaitlyn calls her the Poopsmith, and Dad nicknamed her Terdtail. Muffers likes her, and Midnight hates her.
Before we were just wading through fur, now we're swimming in it. *rolls eyes* Okay okay, I admit, the little thing is cute. Dad likes her. Yes, I like her. . . .She's tiny and fun to hold.
So, yeah, birthday was fun. Saturday we went out to eat at Sizzler's and though the Elvish Pirate Gypsy Minion Fiend could not attend (curse lesson-planning), Mastah did along with my dear childhood friend, Alice. That was fun. Yesterday, being my birthday, we had a big barbecue with lots of food and Grandma Curtis' to-die-for ribs. *mouth salivates* I love food too much.
I haven't tried the wine yet. I kinda want to, just to see what it's like. I'd rather try that than go and gamble. As much as I joke about it. Gambling is dumb. I mean, why stick money in slots or lose it to a card game when you can go and buy a book? Which reminds me. . .I want a trip to the book store. I have some birthday money to spend. . . >:D
Francis, ready the car! And bring the wine!
Anywho, we got a new cat. A white one. She's two months old. Has a very light brown tail. And though we all agreed to call her Peej, which is jeep backwards, we still have our own names for the little white thingy. I call her Little One, Chris and Mike call her Clump, and Kaitlyn calls her the Poopsmith, and Dad nicknamed her Terdtail. Muffers likes her, and Midnight hates her.
Before we were just wading through fur, now we're swimming in it. *rolls eyes* Okay okay, I admit, the little thing is cute. Dad likes her. Yes, I like her. . . .She's tiny and fun to hold.
So, yeah, birthday was fun. Saturday we went out to eat at Sizzler's and though the Elvish Pirate Gypsy Minion Fiend could not attend (curse lesson-planning), Mastah did along with my dear childhood friend, Alice. That was fun. Yesterday, being my birthday, we had a big barbecue with lots of food and Grandma Curtis' to-die-for ribs. *mouth salivates* I love food too much.
I haven't tried the wine yet. I kinda want to, just to see what it's like. I'd rather try that than go and gamble. As much as I joke about it. Gambling is dumb. I mean, why stick money in slots or lose it to a card game when you can go and buy a book? Which reminds me. . .I want a trip to the book store. I have some birthday money to spend. . . >:D
Francis, ready the car! And bring the wine!
Thursday, May 29, 2008
The Blue Screen of Death
I think my lappy is starting to kick the bucket. It takes forever to turn on, and yesterday it kept restarting itself. It would get to a certain point, and then I would see a flash of a little blue box and it would restart. It would get to the same point, I would witness the little blue flash, and then it would restart.
I think I know what is wrong. The stupid hinge is coming out and that may have caused some damage to the motherboard thingy.
Oh well, luckily I have all my updated Samurai and stories on my jumpdrive! Those are safe!
Francis, go get the pinecones and hollyberries from that last post. I don't know why you put them there. Yes, you can eat the berries and throw the pinecones at Rupert. I'm alright with that.
I think I know what is wrong. The stupid hinge is coming out and that may have caused some damage to the motherboard thingy.
Oh well, luckily I have all my updated Samurai and stories on my jumpdrive! Those are safe!
Francis, go get the pinecones and hollyberries from that last post. I don't know why you put them there. Yes, you can eat the berries and throw the pinecones at Rupert. I'm alright with that.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Pinecones and Hollyberries
I got my mission call! Chris and I, both at the same time. A lot of you probably know this already but I feel like posting it anyways.
I was called to serve in the Tokyo, Japan mission, and Chris was called to serve in the Kobe, Japan mission. We both will be learning Japanese (nihongo) and we both report to the MTC on July 16, 2008. For those of you who are itching to come and watch us speak (and laugh at us), our farewells are on July 13, that sunday before we leave. I assume it's going to be my normal church time, which is 9 am. But, I'll keep y'all posted on that as it gets closer.
But, yeah, wahoo!
Aaaaaaand on to other business. I and the Elvish Pirate Gypsy Minion Fiend saw Prince Caspian and Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of Crystal Skull over the holiday break. Prince Caspian was awesome! I liked it lots and I want to go see it again. Bad. Like, really bad. It was so good. Indiana Jones 4 was alright. The third one is still my absolute favorite, but the fourth one probably comes in second. I don't know. I kinda need to watch the first one again. Heh heh. Other than that, it had the same suspenseful yet cheesy fighting (you know, the kind where you know the bad guy will eventually die) as all the other movies. And it was funny. But, yeah. Prince Caspian: awesome. Indiana Jones: Pretty Good.
And since I'm posting. . .I had a crazy dream last night that I went back to Payson High School to go to school. The weird thing though was that all my teachers from college were teaching there. Professor Simon was my English teacher, but English was more like foods class in that we ate a bunch of food, learned etiquette, and then did research on stuff from our future careers that had to do with eating. For some reason, my research was on the deep-see fishies. Which was cool but I don't think those fish are exactly tasty. Then my history teacher who was named Mr. Green (but was in fact Ryan Paul from SUU) accused me of taking a history book and never returning it. But I had never used one of his books in my research and so I had to go talk to him about that. Except that my Japanese teacher wanted me for something (no, she did not teach japanese in my dream) and that made me more stressed out. . .and on top of that I had a test and I forgot to put on my shoes and grab a pencil (though those turned up later in my dream). I think I would have gone bonkers had not Jenni been there in her awesome Elvish Pirate Gyspsy outfit (without shoes though) to guide me around Payson High. And then, I said to myself in my dream "Why am I at Payson High School? I'm not even in school anymore." To which myself replied "Jessica, you're serving your mission at Payson High School"
And then I woke up wondering what the heck I had just dreamed. Of course, as crazy as this is, it's nothing compared to the Elvish Pirate Gypsy's dreams. But, I felt like sharing.
Winston, I want you to hide any books dealing with learning! I don't want to see them! I'm sick of having dreams where I'm still in school! Put them away, NOW!! Go read the Calvin and Hobbes books instead. You'll learn everything you need to know from those two hooligans.
I was called to serve in the Tokyo, Japan mission, and Chris was called to serve in the Kobe, Japan mission. We both will be learning Japanese (nihongo) and we both report to the MTC on July 16, 2008. For those of you who are itching to come and watch us speak (and laugh at us), our farewells are on July 13, that sunday before we leave. I assume it's going to be my normal church time, which is 9 am. But, I'll keep y'all posted on that as it gets closer.
But, yeah, wahoo!
Aaaaaaand on to other business. I and the Elvish Pirate Gypsy Minion Fiend saw Prince Caspian and Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of Crystal Skull over the holiday break. Prince Caspian was awesome! I liked it lots and I want to go see it again. Bad. Like, really bad. It was so good. Indiana Jones 4 was alright. The third one is still my absolute favorite, but the fourth one probably comes in second. I don't know. I kinda need to watch the first one again. Heh heh. Other than that, it had the same suspenseful yet cheesy fighting (you know, the kind where you know the bad guy will eventually die) as all the other movies. And it was funny. But, yeah. Prince Caspian: awesome. Indiana Jones: Pretty Good.
And since I'm posting. . .I had a crazy dream last night that I went back to Payson High School to go to school. The weird thing though was that all my teachers from college were teaching there. Professor Simon was my English teacher, but English was more like foods class in that we ate a bunch of food, learned etiquette, and then did research on stuff from our future careers that had to do with eating. For some reason, my research was on the deep-see fishies. Which was cool but I don't think those fish are exactly tasty. Then my history teacher who was named Mr. Green (but was in fact Ryan Paul from SUU) accused me of taking a history book and never returning it. But I had never used one of his books in my research and so I had to go talk to him about that. Except that my Japanese teacher wanted me for something (no, she did not teach japanese in my dream) and that made me more stressed out. . .and on top of that I had a test and I forgot to put on my shoes and grab a pencil (though those turned up later in my dream). I think I would have gone bonkers had not Jenni been there in her awesome Elvish Pirate Gyspsy outfit (without shoes though) to guide me around Payson High. And then, I said to myself in my dream "Why am I at Payson High School? I'm not even in school anymore." To which myself replied "Jessica, you're serving your mission at Payson High School"
And then I woke up wondering what the heck I had just dreamed. Of course, as crazy as this is, it's nothing compared to the Elvish Pirate Gypsy's dreams. But, I felt like sharing.
Winston, I want you to hide any books dealing with learning! I don't want to see them! I'm sick of having dreams where I'm still in school! Put them away, NOW!! Go read the Calvin and Hobbes books instead. You'll learn everything you need to know from those two hooligans.
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