This is Tina Fey. She's my idol. 

She is probably the funniest lady on the face of this green earth. Right up there with Mindy Kaling and Maggie Smith. In some magical world I'll probably meet Tina Fey. We'll become best friends and have brunch together in NYC while having incredibly witty discussions while I try to hide my star-struckedness (I don't think that's a word...). I wonder if I could convince her to do her Sarah Palin impression? I feel like Tina would be ok with that. By then we'll be on a first name basis.

I think my favorite thing about Tina Fey is that she's a real person...I know everyone is a 'real person', but some people don't seem like they are. You know how sometimes you feel like you could run into a celebrity at the grocery store and it wouldn't be weird? Like Reese Witherspoon or Emma Watson. That's how Tina is. She buys carrots and bread just like everyone else and probably cracks a funny joke while doing. 

One I hope I'm as funny as her. Witty without being condescending. Funny without being unintelligent. Able to laugh at myself without cutting myself down. Also, I wouldn't mind having a best seller either. 

And if I ever get glasses you know they'll look like hers: hipster without being too out there. 






Blogosphere...I will probably MIA for the next eon. I found (ok, a friend told me) Malcolm Gladwell's website and now have no desire to do anything else. I just want to read the archives that contain his beautiful pieces written for the New Yorker. Nevermind the fact that I have a strategy midterm tomorrow that I should be studying for or that I haven't been to the pool in ages. I would soooo rather be reading about social psychology   

Let me explain a little bit about my love for Gladwell. It all started my sophomore year at BYU. I took a sociology course entitled "Current Social Problems." It was a GE; I wasn't excited. For the class I had to read Outliers by, you guessed it, Mr. Gladwell. I couldn't put it down! It was engaging, thought provoking, fascinating; in short, it was everything a book should be (and it wasn't even fiction!). From that moment I was a believer. I have since read everything (well, every book) that dear old Malcolm has written. I think I even stole one from my parents' library...which I have every intention of returning...

When I finished the last book I was disappointed. There was nothing more to read, no more social norms to dissect. Then today my whole world changed: HE HAS A WEBSITE! Every article ever written for the New Yorker is archived there...and it goes back to 1996! So as I stated before if you need me, I'll be reading.


Today I had the opportunity to attend our stake conference. The speakers were wonderful and I felt that  there was a little something specific for me in each talk. As I came home I was thinking about the power of words. Words can sweeter than pie, cut deeper than swords, and lift hearts that are deflated. They are such a powerful tool, for either good or bad. 

I continued to mull this over I though of some of my favorite words. The words that bring light to my darkest days. I ran through the list in my head and found that almost all of them came from the scriptures or church leaders. Comfort and peace has always been in the Gospel of Jesus Christ for me. 

I love lists :) So I have compiled some of my favorite quotes, scriptures, and thoughts that I turn to on rainy days:

"I believe in Christ like I believe in the sun--not because I can see it, but by it I can see everything else."
-CS Lewis 

"We can complain because rose bushes have thorns or we can rejoice that thorn bushes have roses."
-Abraham Lincoln 

"Don't you give up. Don't you quit. You keep walking. You keep trying. There is help and happiness ahead... It will be all right in the end. Trust God and believe in good things to come."
-Jeffrey R. Holland

"If I find in myself desire which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world."
-CS Lewis

"I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me."
-Philippians 4:13

"Preach the Gospel at all times and, when necessary, use words."
-St. Francis of Assisi 

"Some blessings come soon, some come late, and some don't come until Heaven. But for those who embrace the Gospel of Jesus Christ, they come."
-Jeffrey R. Holland 

"The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it. You either have to cry or laugh. I prefer to laugh. Crying gives me a headache."
-Marjorie Hinckley

"Trust in the Lord with all thine heart,' and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths."
-Proverbs 3: 5-6

"Faith is taking the first step, even when you can't see the whole staircase."
-Martin Luther King, Jr. 

"It's better to look up."
-Thomas S. Monson
I know I am little late jumping on this bandwagon, but Mama Lo sent me this video a few weeks ago and I watched it again today. Someday I hope I am awesome as this kid :) Just remember when you need a little pick me up, "You're gooder than that":


So, what's going to be your Space Jam?

Dear Joseph Gordon-Levitt,

Can I call you, Joseph? I hope so because if not then the whole rest of this letter is going to be super awkward... Anyway, I don't really know how to put this, so I'm just going to rip the band-aid and do it. Will you be my valentine? I know that you've probably gotten several offers from tons of admirers so I totally understand if you already have plans, but if not you could definitely be mine.

Also, if it's not too much to ask, could we take the Batmobile? I know Bruce Wayne left it in your possession so that could be really cool. It kind of looks like it's a manual transmission though so I won't judge you if you wanted to leave it at home; maybe we could just visit it. 

If you're not keen on the Batmobile idea though we could definitely do something else. I don't know if you've ever been to Provo so we could go to Sammie's for pie shakes and then maybe see what's playing at Velour. Or perhaps just watch a movie. I would suggest 500 Days of Summer, but I thought that would probably bring up bitter memories...shoot, now you're thinking about those memories. Let's change the subject, yeah? How about red velvet cake? I know a great place we could get some and then we could just sit and (fall in love) discuss the intricacies of the universe. I'm open to other ideas too.

Sooo, if you just wanted to think about it and let me know that would be super great. Sorry it's short notice, but better late than never, right? Ok, now I'm just rambling. So, yeah, great, talk to you soon.

Sincerely,
Love,

Angela 

PS--No pressure though; I mean there's always next year, right? 









So I have a lot of obsessions; ok, not really. Buuuut I am obsessed with traveling. When I was little Mama and Papa Lo would take us on vacation every summer and culture us little minions. We saw the exotics lands of Canada, Washington, D.C., NYC, and the Bahamas. We traipsed all over Texas and drove Wyoming more times than I can count. 

This is where the travel bug started and it hasn't fizzled out one bit. After my freshman year I knew that I wanted to do a study abroad, so I thought, "I'll go to Israel; that sounds like it would be a hoot and a half." So I did. I spent four glorious months traveling all over the Middle East and eating pita. 

Surely this trip would have cured me and satisfied my craving for foreign lands....wrong. If anything it fueled my obsession. I have this overwhelming desire to travel anywhere and everywhere. I even applied to an internship in Beijing today! Who does that?! I don't know anything about China or Asian cultures. I play Mahjong once with parents when they got back from China, but I'm pretty sure that does not qualify me to live there for a summer.  It would be an adventure though so we'll see how that one plays out :)

Regardless, I hope that I spend my life traveling. One day I want to make a sweet montage like this guy:


How cool is he?! I would even settle on being his camera man. I could live out of a suitcase and eat street vendor food; I could get behind that. So if you don't hear from me I'm probably traveling the world and working on an awesome YouTube video. Just kidding, I'll be in class for the time being, but one day I'll post a video like this...wait for it :) 
When I was very little I had scarlet fever. (You may be thinking this is the beginning of a Victorian Era novel, but it's not--it's just my life.) Mama Lo took me to the doctor and I remember coming home and declaring, "I'm going to be a doctor when I grow up." Fast forward 15 years and 5 majors and that dream is long gone. I will never wear scrubs to work (still a little upset about that) and I live vicariously through Meredith Grey on Grey's Anatomy, dreaming of operating. 

When I switched to business (which I'm still loving!) I thought I would never have the chance to do anything within the medical field. This was faulty logic: my dear friend Kristen provided me with a golden opportunity. Over Thanksgiving her husband met a severe blow during an annual Turkey Bowl, leaving him with a nasty cut on his eyebrow. He got stitches and now it was time of them to come. Not wanting to go the doctor to have them removed (and who can blame them), Alex asked me remove them. This was my moment in the sun! 

Since I have never removed stitches, I did what anyone else would do: read WebMD and watched a YouTube video. Equipped with expert advice, I was ready. Alex came over to my house and the games began. There were six stitches right below his eyebrow. In my head I reviewed what I had learned: Cut on both sides of the knot and pull the string out. It sounded simple enough. We had a few problems though:

1. My hands were shaking like crazy; I was worried that I was going to maim my friend's husband. 
2. The scissors I was using weren't cutting through the string very well. Alex was a champ though and didn't even complain when I tugged at the stitch.
3. The lighting was terrible. Obviously the architects of my house did properly prepare for the kitchen to become an operating room. 

After a few minutes of trying to work the dull scissors, Alex suggested that I try his Swiss Army knife. All of sudden I was a doctor in the middle of the Amazon using whatever we found leftover from the plane crash. The Swiss Army knife turned out to amazing though. It significantly expedited the situation. I would like to say that I kept my cool the whole time, but I will admit that at one point I got super nervous. Luckily, I pulled through and so did Alex. He now sports a very manly scar. 

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