Saturday, February 26, 2011

I'm a Belieber

Are you a Belieber? Cause we are!
Tonight Mallory and I went to an all Bieber party. To get in free we had to dress in something "Justin Bieber", so we wore skinny pants, v-necks, and hoodies. Oh yeah, and we swooshed our bangs. We were totally JB.
We got to the party, and it was insanity. There were so many people! So we pushed our way through so that we could truly experience the dance. We tried to dance, but there really wasn't any room, so we just kind of swayed and fist pumped. The longer we were there, the more people became out of control. Boys started pushing which pushed the whole crowd because of how many people there were. Mallory and I, being only 5'2" in stature and not very heavy, were suddenly not in control of our own destiny. We didn't have to dance anymore, we just let the crowd move us. I started laughing uncontrollably because there was nothing I could do, and Mallory couldn't do anything, and her face was continuous shock at every push.

One memorable man was "Purple shirt". He was there with his girlfriend, and pretty much by us the whole time. Poor guy was a sweat machine, and we were unfortunate enough to be pushed up against his back pretty much the whole time. He also had no consideration or thought of how little space there actually was to dance. He was bumpin' his booty all over the place, and every bump resulted in Mallory or I moving elsewhere on the dance floor. Our sleeves were covered in his sweat. I felt violated. And his poor girlfriend kept trying to keep us together despite her boyfriend's efforts to tear us apart.

All in all, it was worth the experience. I will never forget it. Definitely one of the funniest nights of my whole life.

The aftermath:
(notice the shock and confusion of what has happened to us on our faces)

Sunday, February 20, 2011


I had 4 small fillings filled on Friday. This is what my face looked like until about 1, since they numbed half of it. I went in at 8. It was a long, numb-faced day.

Father's Words of Wisdom

Tonight while talking to my dad, he said to me, "Angela, your future husband is out there, and one day he will find you. Until then, I think there must be someone saying 'This is not the droid you're looking for.'" I am so glad I have my dad to pass on his wisdom. Love you dad :)

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Lock the door please

Today at work I went to use the bathroom. Now, there is the normal public bathroom with 4 stalls side by side, and there is the separate bathroom that is just a single room like the bathrooms in ghetto gas stations. I prefer the latter because I really don't love public restrooms. When I am at work I try to use the single bathroom as often as possible. As I went to check if someone was in there, I jiggled the handle and it was unlocked, so I proceeded to start opening the door, until I heard water running in there. I quickly shut the door and walked into the public restroom. Moral of the story, when you're in the bathroom, LOCK THE DOOR. You would think it was common sense, but apparently not. Just thought I would let you all know that you should lock the bathroom door when you're in there, unless you don't mind others walking in on you. Actually, I take that back. Even if you don't mind, it may scar the person walking in. Please don't scar someone unless you're willing to pay for therapy. It's just common courtesy.

Why I am not a swimmer

I'm sure many of you have thought over the years, why is Angela not a swimmer? That seems like a common question....or not. But in case you have ever wondered here is the answer. I did swim team one summer when I was 10, and it was fine. I enjoyed it. I mostly enjoyed it because Lauren Timmins and I were doing it together and we always walked together and would make hot chocolate and cinnamon french toast to eat after practice. Well, at the end of the summer there was an award ceremony. Now, I was not an extremely fast swimmer, and I knew that, but basically everyone got some kind of trophy. So as I anxiously awaited my trophy, they pulled out some plastic tug boats. Much like this:You guessed it. I got: the tugboat award. This meant that I just kept "chugging along" during the swim season. I was super embarrassed and super upset inside. I took my tugboat and decided I was done with swimming. Looking back it's hilarious. I mean, who gets a tugboat award ever for anything? Thinking about it, I am special! I got an award that very few will ever get. So thank you Willow Creek swim team. Thank you for the rare honor of the tugboat award. I will cherish the memory always. Even if I did throw away the actual tugboat...

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Jury Duty

At the young age of 21, I have already been summoned to Jury Duty. Believe me, I was as shocked as you are! That is what I get for registering to vote. When I told my dad, he immediately told me ways to get out of it. Because you can not be biased in anyway, his top picks were: act stupid, or act racist. Lucky for me I didn't have to do either one of those. I went, told them my life story, and they let me go after only 3 hours.

One thing that absolutely shocked me, was how many of the people there had only a high school education. In my world in my mind, I think that most people end up going to college. It's just what you do. You make it happen. I learned yesterday that my 'mind world' is definitely not reality.
Although I was a little bit disappointed that I didn't get chosen for jury duty, even though my dad assures me I am not missing out, I'm hoping that next time I can fulfill my civic duty and help someone have a fair trial, even though I'm sure that this is somewhat true:

Perk of jury duty: 40 dollars for the day and they reimburse you for your gas. Awesome.

Friday, February 11, 2011

It's the biggest disappointment when...

You think you're getting this:

And instead you end up with this:

Look similar?? The only difference is this guy:

Sneaky little devils. It's amazing how pure joy can turn so fast to sadness, simply by biting into an oatmeal cookie. I think raisins should be banned from cookies and breads, who's with me??

Thursday, February 10, 2011

My Vision

I have a vision, of a perfect summer outfit. Yes, a summer outfit. It's cold outside, that's how I console myself. I tell myself that one day it will be warm, even if that's a lie. Back to my vision. I want a cute sundress and I want to wear it with a denim jacket. I don't care if it sounds weird, in my head, it is ridiculously cute. So I went on a hunt for the perfect dress and jacket. Here is what I came up with:

This jacket was on EBay for only 20 plus shipping and handling. I am obsessed with it.

This dress is from Anthropologie. I am in love with it. Sadly it is 300 dollars. There is no way on this earth that I will ever be able to afford this. Hopefully I can find a wanna be Anthropologie dress somewhere else for cheap. Here's to hopin'!

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


Sometimes a song connects itself to you, and no matter how hard you try, you and this song are forever intertwined. This happened to me with the song "For me alone". The words and melody of this song are so powerful, and I feel blessed to have even been introduced to it. I sang it 2 weeks ago in my home ward and when I was asked to sing next week in my Provo ward I tried to find another song to sing, because I just sang that one and I wanted to diversify my repertoire. My mom suggested that I sing it again because it is such a great song, and I decided to look at it again. Turns out, I still love it. It touches a deep part of my heart and while singing it, I feel so passionate about it. Music is so powerful, and I am so grateful to have it as a part of my life. And yes, I am singing it again this Sunday, and I can't wait.

Here are the words for all of you:

Every earthly sorrow; every mortal pain
Every sinner's anguish; the bitterness of shame
The weakness and the heartache that burden all mankind
For these the Savior suffered, for these He bled and died
And the lost and fallen multitudes of all the earth
Are ransomed by His offering of love

But if I alone had stumbled; if I alone had strayed
If I alone had wandered from the straight and narrow way
If I alone bore guilt for which my all could never atone
He would have come for me
For me alone

Tears of all creation; every debt unpaid
Warfare of the nations; every trust betrayed
Every falsehood uttered; every truth denied
For these the Savior suffered, for these He bled and died
And the lost and fallen multitudes of all the earth
Are ransomed by His offering of love

But if I alone had stumbled; if I alone had strayed
If I alone had wandered from the straight and narrow way
If I alone bore guilt for which my all could never atone
He would have come for me
For me alone

For love of all God's children Christ redeemed us from the fall
His mercy without measure is sufficient for us all

But if I alone had stumbled; if I alone had strayed
If I alone had wandered from the straight and narrow way
If I alone were foolish; if I alone were frail
If I alone had faltered when the power of hell assailed
If I alone bore guilt for which my all could never atone
He would have come for me
For me alone

Tuesday, February 8, 2011


I am the queen of the blind date. Don't get me wrong, I love it! I definitely want to put myself out there and it is flattering that people don't mind setting me up with their friends. At least I know I'm not that "embarrassing" friend of theirs. My last relationship was born from a blind date so I do believe in it. One thing that cracks me up, is seeing who they set you up with. Is it the shy friend that doesn't want to ask anyone out? The annoying friend that can't get a girl to say yes? The 5'3" tall guy that they only set you up with, not because you have anything in common, but because you are in fact shorter than he is? It says a lot about you, who these friends set you up with. All I want to say is, continue to set me up friends and family. The challenge is on. If one of you finds me a husband through a setup, I will be eternally indebted, and that means a whole lot of great Christmas presents for you for the rest of your life. Let be known, and so it was written.

Monday, February 7, 2011

The Flow Chart

I never posted the infamous Flow Chart. Even though he was not my soulmate, that date was worth it for this priceless possession and awesome story. I can now proudly state that I have been made a Flow Chart, and also made and given an arrow. My dating life is just great.