Desperately Seeking Susan.. or Jenny.. or Mildred.. or whoever!!

Ok people. Looking for roommates sucks. That's right I said it.. sucks! I do admit.. I don't mind living by myself. That part's totally fine. But.. money doesn't grow on trees.. so I can't afford to live here by myself for much longer. If only I were a magical vampire-werewolf-Harry Potter and could like.. create money out of thin air. Alas.

I thought I was going everything right.. ads in the all the right places.. using my mad networking skills. But.. nada. Well.. not nada.. but all I get are nutsos.. crazies. People who are like.. totally! I'll move in! And then bail. Or others who seem great at first.. then they slowly start revealing their issues.. or lying about the fact that they have little yippy dogs that will keep me awake when I'm supposed to be getting the beauty rest. UGH! All I'm asking is for one. normal. person. Who's responsible and nice and laid back. Is that too much too ask? Tell me! I'm living in a fantasy world, right?

Ok, well.. the rant didn't solve any problems.. but at least I feel a little better. It's off my chest.
Just think good thoughts for me people. Apparently my thoughts are toxic waste!!! :)

Maybe one day I'll take a picture of my couch and put it on here. But you know me.. I break almost all of the blog promises I keep. So, you never know. Maybe it'll be a Halloween miracle.

This is Halloween...

First of all.. anyone who recognizes the title of this post gets 10,000 points (in honor of the stock market.)

I *love* "The Nightmare Before Christmas." Some people hate it. That makes me sad. I watch it for Halloween and Christmas. And, I have the special edition that came out last year!

Anyway.. it's almost that time.. and I need a costume. So, I'm asking your opinion. I have a few ideas...
1) Rachel Berry-from "Glee." I could easily pull this one together.. and if you're lucky.. I'd even perform a little ditty for you from the show. If you haven't seen it well.. here's a link:

http://www.hulu.com/glee

I demand you watch it, or at least view some of the musical numbers.

2) I could go controversial.. and be the ghost of Michael Jackson. This would consist of a white sheet thrown over my head.. with a sign.. or at least a hat and glove to give people a hint.

3) I don't know.. something lame or generic like a punk rocker/goth/or emo girl. That would just be fun to do--go outside my "comfort" zone for a change.

All I know I have to match the absolute genius costume that was Tracy Turnblad two years ago.
Here's a pic: (It's on facebook..)

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=33988270&l=fa2766bd33&id=17802513

Unfortunately, this is not a poem.

My little brother is engaged.
I found out on Facebook.
They dated for a month.
He met her on the mission.
I've seen her twice--total time: one hour.


Yikes.
But.. I think it will work out.

A Couple of Things

1) EXPLANATION
Ok.. I promised I would explain those pictures. I usually keep my promises.. so I'm doing that right now. I think the first pictures is self-explanatory. I found some wax lips, put them on.. and put on a show for all to see. Or, did you think those were my real lips? Hello, Angelina Jolie.

2) ECHO
My roommate moved out yesterday. She found four burly men (at least they sounded burly) and they came in and took it all. In like, an hour. Pretty big accomplishment, I say. Now.. there is a crazy echo in the place. It's weird. It looks like I got robbed, haha. It'll just motivate me to look for some furniture, post haste!! Thanks to Megan for leaving the big bean bag. I wouldn't be able to watch TV without it. Anyone got a couch I can buy/have, etc?

3) EPIPHANY
I never really thought about it before, but how do homeless people shave? I know most homeless guys have those scraggly beards.. but some are clean-shaven. I had never really thought about how they do those little day-to-day things. Well, after work yesterday morning. I saw a homeless guy shaving. Somehow he got ahold of a razor and some shaving cream. He used the reflection off the trash can as a mirror. And he had somehow filled a plastic grocery bag with water.. and used it as a sink. Weird.

That's all for now, my dears.

Not Dead Yet

So I don't feel like getting out of bed..... what better time than now to update the blog I've neglected for several months??!?!??!!?

Haha, anyway.

To tell you the truth.. I probably haven't blogged because there haven't been a lot of goings on.
I did get another, different haircut though. I'm sorry I haven't posted pictures of that other one from forever ago. I guess I was just lazy and didn't put them on my computer.... maybe I will soon. (but, don't count on it!!!)
I'm still working the overnight shift at the good ol' k-u-t-v. Although, this past week I did a stint on the 9pm show. I can't decided what I like better. But, boy, it sure was nice sleeping at night for a change! I rediscovered my love of my bed. Ah... the queen. Queen size beds are wonderful, even if I just can't seem to sleep in the middle.

Oh! Also.. I'm looking for a new roomie! My current one, Megan, or Megsters, which I've never called her before.... is moving back down to Provo. She's going to be a book editor at a publisher in Springville! I'm super excited for her... I know she'll do great...shout out!!!

So PLEASE... if you know of anyone that's looking for someone totally wicked awesome (aka me) to live with in SLC... let me know! Just make sure it's someone I won't hate. Haha.

What else is going on? My little bro got home from his mission. That's awesome. And he's coming back up to BYU. Even awesomer. And my parental units are coming soon as well. Then, they're signing over Biff's deed to me! (Meaning, I will be the actual owner of my green impala!) Then, I can use him as a trade-in when I get a new one. If that didn't make sense... I named my car Biff.

I really can't think of anything else about my life right now. Sorry it's so boring. But, if I think of any good stories, I'll most definitely post them. For now... let me find some random pictures or videos I have and post them on here.. to make up for those other ones I lied about.
Enjoy!!









I'll explain these later... then you'll have something to look forward to!

My Apologies

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I haven't blogged in awhile.
I'll write an actual, semi-informative post soon.


Love,
Maren

By the way, I did it. I cut off my hair. Pictures will come soon...

Ch-ch-ch-changes!

A) I needed a background change. Like it?

B) Ok, my nearest and dearest... I really need to change my hair. So I need your vote/opinion. I was looking online for haircuts that will flatter my round face and I saw one that I think could work. Of course my hair color wouldn't look like this, and I wouldn't be Kelly Clarkson...but what do you think?

Thank you for your time.

A Glimpse of the Future

Please read and/or watch this. I have a feeling this will be me in about 24 years!!!

http://buzz.yahoo.com/buzzlog/92464

Enjoy.

It's Time.

Ok, folks. I was reading through some of my old posts for my immense amusement...and I realized I had promised I would post the essay that I wrote about in my very first blog post. So...since I haven't been able to think of anything else to post (and it's been more than a month)...here it is, in all its glory.

[Editor's Note: 1) I wrote this as a Senior in high school. 2) Grammar, etc is probably not perfect...but whatever. 3) We were supposed to write this as if we were applying to a college and had to write about ourselves. 4) Well...I think I will explain this after the essay, or perhaps in a completely different post.]

My Inner Elderly Person

I am an old woman trapped inside a seventeen-year-old girl's body. I know what you may be thinking: "Why would we want this girl to attend our university when she has the limited physical abilities of an elderly person?" Now, do not toss this essay aside until you let me explain myself. The physical aspects of my being an elderly woman are only limited to: the possible deafness in my left ear, my stomach being sensitive to rich food, and this notion that I have that I may be shrinking in size. And aside from the fact that my nickname in fourth grade was "Grandma" and that I always complain that I am "getting old" when I feel pain, my similiarity to an old woman is more mental than physical.

For instance, like many elderly, I live by routine. In the morning I wake up, find my clothes (key word: find), change, put in my contacts, brush my hair and teeth (not at the same time, or with the same brush), and do my makeup. I do this everyday, in the exact same order. If I do not follow this regime, I forget to do one of those activities and probably end up embarrassing myself at school or just going insane.

Most grandparents are very concerned about the well being of their family and friends. I like to think of myself in that way. I do not go to the extreme and become nosy, but I do like to know how my friends are doing and if they need help. I constantly badger them about their health. For example, last night I participated in a church service project and fixed up a local elementary school's playground. It was very hot outside and there was no water to quench our tremendous thirst. My friend started to feel dizzy and thought that she might pass out. Of course, I made sure that this would not happen by promptly telling her, "Now you better not faint on me!" (I am sure those "magic" words did the trick.) I also tried to check up on her every few seconds to make sure she was not lying on the ground unconscious.

Every day, I can almost guarantee that I will hear some amount of profanity. Whether it is from television of from students at school, I hear plenty of it. And I do not like it. I do not enjoy hearing those "choice" words fall upon my ears, so I have decided to replace these words with that I like to call "old fogie terms," or terms that were said in the "old days." So, if I ever hit my thumb with a hammer, you will most likely hear me scream "Heavens to Betsy!" If I am surprised, I will say, " Oh heavens!" or "Knock me down and call me horizontal!" I am not certain where these terms originate from, but I think they add humor to the situations in which I use them.

I am in no way ashamed to be compared to an old person, and I am quite content to have these qualities. These qualities make me...me. I do not mind my "inner elderly person" telling me that I am not doing things in the right order, or to check up on someone, or to remember to use clean language. This inner self is what keeps me going. And maybe, as I mature and become older, my inner child will be struggling to get out and tell me to lighten up.

Ok, so there you go. I have some things to explain/add/say in general...but I will save that for the next post (so you can rest your eyes). So please....just enjoy this for a few days (key word: enjoy).

Minnie Mocked Me

Today, as I was riding the freight elevator up and down all morning (you'll find out why later), I thought about what an interesting list of skills I've acquired in the past six months at my new job. So, here is my new resume that I'm sure will get me a job in Hollywood or something.

Skills:
Model: I modeled my Halloween costume during the weather segment.
Professional Dancer: I also danced in my Halloween costume on live television (something I rather regret).
Food Taster: I tasted yams during a cooking segment on my birthday. They even let me blow out a candle and everything. I think I'm ready for commercials.
Delivery Gal: I have delivered burgers, pastries, sandwiches, and even photos between the station and Casey's (our feature reporter) live shot location.
Professional Bowler: Yes, I have bowled on live TV. And I was terrible. (Oh yeah, and I ate more food on TV, too.)
Tour Guide: I give tours to high school students who don't think I'm funny.
Dog Racer: I was in charge of holding a Yorkie before a race with another dog. Luckily, she was released before she could pee on me.
Bodyguard: Today, I had the privilege of escorting Mickey and Minne Mouse from the first floor to a secret location in the basement (hence the elevator). That was interesting, and maybe a little creepy. Minne kept mocking me by mimicking every move I made. And Mickey kept standing dangerously too close to me. I don't really think I like things in costumes.

So, what do you think? Am I hired?

Lost--in the good way.

Sorry, folks (aka the 5 people who bother to give this blog a glance). I haven't written for awhile.


I've been busy......................watching LOST. Watching LOST like it's my job.

I've been watching all of the seasons straight through since Christmas. And now I'm soooo ready for the 5th season to start! I have to say that these LOST marathons have started affecting my dreams. Last night, I had gotten a song published in a magazine that I had written about LOST. I had forgotten that I had written it for a class, and they loved it, so they got it published. The weird thing is, I have this distinct impression that I had a totally separate dream another night about actually writing the song. Awesome. All I know about the song is that it was an awesome choral arrangement.

Needless to say, the trippy dream has reminded me that I have some songs in my head that I really should write. My brain just won't let me rest. And heaven knows I have the time to do it now.



Anyway, so that's the update on my life. I really don't do much else (besides that whole working full-time thing).



But , I am looking forward to finally going home next month--my mom has no idea, and it's at the most random time. It's going to be hilarious. And it will be nice, since it's been over a year since I've been to the OK. HOORAY!!!



Peace.