I'm voting for Tina Fey as Vice President

Saturday Night Live kicked off again this week with another skit with Tina Fey parodying Sarah Palin with Amy Poehler playing Katie Couric. Tina Fey's resemblance, mannerisms, and speech are practically identical. I watch portions of the Palin/Couric interview and I can no longer tell which is the real thing and which is the skit. Here are a few examples.



Oh, and someone compared the two interviews with side-by-side screens. Embedding was disabled, so you'll have to watch it here.

Slightly stalkerish love note finds its way under my door

My Sweet little dove,
Like the sweet little morsel of chocolate wrapped in tinfoil covering, you melt my heart, & inspire my soul, w/ your soothing words of wisdom.
I would love to take off your "tinfoil" covering & read whats written on your heart about us. i would really like to kiss you...:) lol ha ha Just kidding, but seriously I would.
When I think of you, no, when I think of us, I think of a beautiful painting by that famous painter...I think it was Van Gogh. He's the one who cut off his ear right? All the swirling colors vibrantly dancing across the canvas like we would, no wait! Like we most certainly will one day!
Well, now on a less serious note, I don't think I can live w/ out you. I dreamt of you last night my darling. It started off at the table, you were sitting in cowboy pj's eating a bowl of capin crunch, you spit your cerial out into your bowl and said, "silly rabbit, tricks are for kids" Then your head turned into a flies head and you tried to fly outside but the window was shut... Then I woke up, I don't quite know what it means, It was really creapy actually, but I still dreamt of you. it's the thought that counts.
I don't know how much longer I can hold myself back watching you as you go to desa and RA meeting. the way you tossel your hair. And when you clean your glasses...That's when I stare the hardest, and begin taking pictures. Well, see you during round
kisses and chapstick
Love you lots
love/ me


My comments: I must say, I quite enjoyed this little letter. There are a number of people who could have left it for me. I'm not worried, despite the fact that my Resident Manager creeped us out tonight informing us of the real and potential happenings (including criminal) around here. I won't go into any detail, but I will say this isn't the sunny St. George I still naively believe exists.

Flex Gunship Palin...a solid name

Check out this Sarah Palin baby name generator. You can call me Flex.

Yessss!

I received a package today. It contained two items I ordered. I got two 2GB SD cards for my camera for $6 each. Contained in the box as well was a dream come true. I now have a 250GB portable hard drive. Woohoo!
I transferred all my files and will decide which programs I want to operate off this hard drive. I'm so incredibly excited. I can now clean up my laptop.
I ordered these products from my new favorite website: www.newegg.com
As a matter of fact, I just ordered another item moments ago. I should receive a microphone for my iPod on Wednesday of next week.
I love new gadgets!

Misspellings are my favorite

Call me a geek, but I love this kind of stuff. My older sister called me last night. In between guffaws, she asked me how to spell shoulder.
She told me that I needed to get down the Exit 10 and take a picture of the flasher. She knows how much I love this stuff.
Much like the time I ran through snow on the side of the freeway, I didn't think twice about standing in the road to snap this picture. I'll cherish this photo for quite some time!

And I can see Russia from my house

The 80s at its finest

I started watching the most amazing movie with my brother tonight. Sadly, I feel asleep due to the week's exhaustion taking its toll on me. However, I can't wait to finish it this weekend.
Leon, the Game Master, has devised the ultimate scavenger hunt. Candy and Sunshine stand by his side through the whole event. During the parts I saw, these ladies didn't say a thing but overly expressed themselves with looks of shock and support as the scene dictated.
There are five groups competing for the prize. They are made up of stereotypical cliques from the local college. There are the jocks, nerds, sorority sisters, cheaters, and last but not least the good guys. Of course, each team is decked out in matching solid colored sweats.
This movie is overly dramatic and absolutely hilarious. I felt like I was watching Scooby Doo or a play at SUU.
I didn't make it to the end, [[[[spoiler alert]]]] but I'm sure the yellow team (the good guys) won.
This movie was released in 1980. Michael Nankin and David Wechter were the writers and directors for the movie. Wechter even composed two of the songs used for the soundtrack. You can guarantee that this movie was interpreted exactly how it was intended. Also, this is Michael J. Fox' film debut.
If you haven't seen it, find it and watch it this weekend. I laughed out loud on several occasions. My falling asleep does not reflect the film at all. I can say that with full confidence. I will be watching it again most likely in 14 hours.

Turn! Turn! Turn!

I woke up from a nap today to a text message from a friend that kind of caught me off guard. She expressed concern for me stating that I don't seem like my normal happy self.
This spawned an introspective look into my life. Am I okay? Am I happy?
I've experienced a lot of change recently. I moved, started two new jobs, transferred my records to a new ward, a favorite friend of mine moved away causing my circle of friends to change drastically.
I am naturally very shy. Adjusting to all this new stuff hasn't be outwardly overwhelming, but it has definitely taxed my vibrant spirit. Because of my shy nature, I appreciate control. By control I mean control of my life and the ability to predict with some surety what will happen next.
The change that has probably impacted me the most is my friendship circle changing. I miss showing up at my friend's apartment announced or unannounced. No matter the time or day, he or one of his roommates was home. I did whatever they did. We watched tv, we ran errands, we went fishing, we had homework parties. Now when I want to do something, I have to find someone to do something with. This can be very intimidating to me.
I really like my new ward, but I feel like an outsider. For the most part, I feel accepted by my ward members. The acceptance that is surprisingly hindering is that of my Bishopric, their wives, and the adult members who serve as shepherds. I am monopolized by these adults each Sunday and every time I attend a ward activity. They all come talk to me and express their appreciation to have a young person with so much maturity, leadership skills, and the desire to share talents. I appreciate the awe they express, but it keeps me from socializing with my peers. Not only does this conversation physically keep me from my peers, but I feel like it socially and even spiritually keeps me from my peers. Sometimes I feel as though I'm not allowed to just be a kid in this ward.
Probably the strangest struggle I've encountered is scoring a 200 on the PRAXIS. It should be a source of pride and joy in my ability, but I am beginning to feel like it has changed things for me as well.
When I posted my score, I mentioned a dream I had the night after taking the test. In my dream, I got my perfect score, but I also found out that my dear friend didn't pass. I wanted so desperately to rejoice, but I couldn't because I felt like it was hurting my friend who didn't fare as well.
I think this dream was a preparation for reality. I hesitated to share my score with anyone. Then I thought, well, now that's silly. I should be able to enjoy my successes. I shouldn't hide from them.
While my family wished me congratulations, I don't think they ever grasped how big of a deal this was to me. I had hoped they would want to celebrate with me somehow.
At school, I was put on the spot and even embarrassed. I walked into class where news of my score had spread. One of my classmates called me out and insisted that I had news. I awkwardly announced my results and then sat down.
I appreciated the private congratulations that I received that day. I didn't appreciate the remarks (accompanied by eye rolls) such as, "Of course YOU did well on the PRAXIS."
It was a hard test. Although I didn't dedicate hours to studying specific material with this test in mind, I have spent my whole life studying for this test. I love to learn. I have sacrificed other things to learn. I read everything around me. I study things that pique my interest throughout the day. When I'm with my friends and someone has a question that no one can answer, I go home that night and look up that answer. My friends tease me for that, but I learn a lot as a result. I ask questions and seek answers. I am not a rare genius. I don't just know things naturally. I have worked hard to learn the things I know and to retain this information. When others do as little as possible to get a grade on an assignment, I delve into the material and learn and do more than is required. Learning is something I value and enjoy.
Now in class, I feel alienated and even lonely. The friends I sat next to last year are scattered in other parts of the room. Fortunately, I get to sit by my dear friend, Sarah.
Yet, it feels as though I am not freely accepted as a peer by my classmates.
School also feels different because of a miscommunication before school started that now makes me feel intimidated and awkward around my professors.

Yes, I am happy. I am so incredibly blessed right now. I have many great opportunities in my life. I delight in my future.
I am just expending a lot of energy adjusting to all the change in my life right now.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
I appreciate my friend expressing concern. A load that I was unaware of has been lifted, because I took this time to sort through my feelings.

Here she comes...

My parents set up a play date on Saturday. There's a new family in the ward. They have a son who is single. His parents and my mother have talked about setting Casey up with him.
Well, they set up a picnic in Zion on Saturday. The new couple brought their son, and my parents brought their two single daughters. Talk about old-fashioned.
Despite the potential awkwardness of this meeting, Casey and I had a lot of fun in Zion. While we were sitting across from one another at the picnic table, I took a picture of her. I then divulged my secret goal which was to take at least 27 pictures of her that day. I'm calling the album 27 Pictures: Zion National Park. You can see the album on Facebook, and I'll post them on here later.
In the mean time, I will share my favorite picture. Our first stop in the park was at Weeping Rock. On the trail upwards, I stopped at every informative sign and read them out loud until Casey and Adam (the boy) got sick of it and asked me to stop.
On the way back down, one sign caught Casey's eye. It was in front of a tree. Casey hollered up to me, "Doesn't this one sound like an insult?"
'Here she comes...Bigtooth Maple!'
I laughed at that so many times that afternoon. I'm laughing at it right now as I view the picture beside this text.
Casey is so ridiculously funny!
Thanks, Maple, for a delightsome afternoon. You are the bestest little sister a girl like me could ever hope for.