The Little Chef.

That would be Dani.
5' 2". 110 lbs.
With a bottomless stomach.

Can't find her.

Look in the kitchen.

She'll be there.

Whipping up one of her
Heavenly
concoctions.

If reincarnation existed,

Dani would be Julia Childs.

Julie just cannot compete

with this little master of the kitchen.

Unfortunately.
She is my neighbor.
This results in my constant services
as taste tester.

Diets.

You're a joke.

Obesity.

Here I come.

O Dani.
Why is your food
magic in the mouth?

Check her out here :)

The Fauxnami.

"She left her phone in our room"
"Huh? What's going on? Why are you guys awake?"

4 a.m.

I woke up to Shiri and Dani talking. Shiri had a game in Hilo (that was later cancelled). Dani had some news.
The news?
Chile had suffered an 8.8 earthquake.
We were under tsunami warning.

Perf.

Aside from my concern for those in Chile, I could not help but feel a bit of annoyance and excitement. How many people can say they have witnessed a tsunami. Yet, it was 4 in the a.m. Who wants to be up that early when this is one of two days a week she can sleep past that?

4:30

Oh. Hello Hale Mom.
"Sirens will be going off at 6.
Be ready with a packed bag and head to the lounge.
Don't panic."

I have always known there was something wrong with me. Panicking was the last thing I was thinking about. Rather, the fact that there was already an endless line outside of Foodland that would make for some memorable pictures. Unfortunately. The roomie was actually worried for my safety.

6:00 onward

The sirens went off. There was a meeting. A lot of "We're gonna die" "Let's party" screaming. Some banana bread, french toast making. Evacuation to the upper levels. News watching. Napping. Good reads.

The only thing that lacked was the actual tsunami.

I should be happy about this. I am. I am alive and well along with the rest of the Hawaiian islands.

I am beyond grateful that we weren't affected and hadn't suffered like Chile.

Yet, there is this little voice at the back of my mind that wishes it had been all it was made up to be.

This could be a result from the over-excitement, and hyped-up-ness.

Yet, relief is not the emotion washing over me.

Could we call it disappointment?

The big One Nine.

It's official.
Oy Vey.

Cold tiles. 58.

Peanut Butter is delicious.
However, eating after 8.
Tre no bueno.

The dust is making my nose runny.
I have to wake up in 3 hours for work.
My muscles (more like lack thereof) are tired.
Gecko.
Stop pooping on my walls.
Roomie. How I hope you got the plant you wanted.
My feet are cold.
Fishie Angela.
I forgot to take you out of the desk.
What a bad owner I am.
Running.
It needs to happen.

Enough.

Good night.

The Faces.

My father once asked me why it was I couldn't just make a normal face.
Well, father. It just makes everything that much more lively.

My uncle once asked me if I was capable of taking a normal picture,
apparently he had forgotten what I look like.
Well, uncle. Yes. I probably am.

But, why find out when I'm having so much fun flashing silly faces.

Cheerleading may be partially to blame.
Having "FACIALS!" drilled into your mind to the point
its constantly replaying in your mind
has quite the effect on a person.
Mine just went to a bit of an extreme.

Also, we can't forget that thing we all know as Angela.

Yeah. She may have rubbed off on me just a bit.

HORN_?_

"Sweet potato fries!"

I grab my order.

Head to the cashier.

Pay.

Begin to head out.

"Excuse me! What does your shirt say?"

A shocked voice calls out.

I turn to my right.

There's a guy looking at me.

"Is he talking to me?

I'm not wearing a shirt, I'm wearing a sweatshirt.

Why is he talking to me?

Maybe he knows where Herndon is.

No. That couldn't possibly be it.

Why does he sound so horrified?

Who are you?"

These are the thoughts that run through my head.

"Excuse me?", I ask, confused at the shock in his voice.

"What does your shirt say?", he repeats.

"Hornets", I simply reply.

He replies back something, but after hearing the words

honor code violation

I stop listening.

I glance down.

My hair is covering the last three letters "-ets"

What he saw: "HORN_?_ ".

Apparently it looks like a very naughty word.

wow. seriously?

The Procrastination.

Admit it.
We all do it.
Children and adults alike.

What a tempting little thing you are.

How I so love to give into you.

Up until the moments,

like this one,

where I have little

chance of completing my work.

Blast you.

4:28 PM

Marathons.
Cooking.
Interior Designing.

Why is it that I write in a blog?
Why is that it has become such a comfort to me?

It is the times that I take to stop, breathe, and forget the world, that I am reminded of what a wonderful place I live in.

R.I.P. Fishie Amber

Breath taking.

You know those moments.
Where music is so emotional.
It catches your breath.
And holds it hostage.
But you could care less.
For the music is so beautiful.
You'd be willing to die.
To drown within its melody.
Just to continue listening to the sweet notes play.

This is one of them:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXtVBJDPs6k

Thank you John Schmidt. For, literally, taking my breath away.

The Witness.

There are a lot of parts to who i am.

There is the physical:
human. bone, flesh, blood, heart, muscle.

There is the mental:
brain. thoughts. torturous thoughts.

There is the emotional:
a jumbled mess. just happy to be alive.

There is the spiritual.

I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

We are often recognized and known as the Mormons. However, people often misinterpret what we believe in and stand for. So, I write to testify, to bear witness, of the truth.

I know that my Heavenly Father lives and loves me. I know that His Son, my Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, willingly came to earth so that He could atone for our sins. I know that He loved me enough to die for me, so that I may one day be saved and return to live with my Heavenly Father. I know that He loves me and knows me personally. I know that He is there to comfort me and lift my burdens. He knows my troubles and my fear. He knows what i take joy and happiness in. He knows me.

I know that Joseph Smith was a true prophet of God and restored the living gospel. I know that, through God, he was able to translate the Book of Mormon, and return to us what was once lost.

I know that the Book of Mormon is another testament of Jesus Christ. I know that it holds His teachings and bears witness of Him. I know that it is true along with the Bible and other doctrines of the Church.

I know that President Thomas S. Monson is the true and living prophet and receives direct revelation from God.

I believe in the commandments, principles, and standards of the Church. I believe that it is by these guidelines that I am able to live a happier life.

I truly believe, with all my heart, in the power of prayer and repentance. Without either, I would be unable to endure many life's trials.

I believe in the ability to have an eternal family. Through righteous living and the sealing of the Church, I will be able to keep and live with my family for all eternity.

I believe that this is the one true Church and am so grateful to have it in my life.

I bear witness of these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.



One of my favorite hymns: http://www.lds.org/churchmusic/detailmusicPlayer/index.html?searchlanguage=1&searchcollection=1&searchseqstart=136&searchsubseqstart= &searchseqend=136&searchsubseqend=ZZZ= &searchseqend=136&searchsubseqend=ZZZ