Friday, December 31, 2010

Chrimmus Moments with the Paulukaiti Clan

"Oh Noooo! Cancer of the armpit!"

"You can't wear socks with those shoes, it makes you look like a German tourist."

"Everytime someone grows a mullet, a chupacabra is born."

"Scrabble is not the end-all be-all of the English Lexicon!!"


"What is this pie-looking thing in the fridge? Is this pie?"

"Its a simple question. Do you wanna go to Mars with a dead guy and a sandwich?"

Now may you all go off to your little New Years Parties, but remember, while you are out, that we the Paulukaiti will be ushering in the New Year with the Mashed Potato Mambo, proudly singing to the Lithonian Shogunational Anthem whilst the Boom Booms in the sky go Boom Boom.


Wednesday, December 15, 2010

One word. And then some more words.


PS. This is pretty much what I look like from when I wake up in the morning til I go to take a test, then come home and do it again. Snuggie+Pencil in Mouth+Ponytail. Done and done.

I've taken to just wandering around my apartment and complex in it, hiking it up like a skirt. I've literally cooked in it, gone outside in it, answered the door in it, you name it, I've done it in mah snuggie.

I'm attractive. Don't I know it.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Well, if we're being completely honest.

I do not like Coldplay. So sue me.

I like to try to fit myself into awkward and unusual spaces whenever possible. For example, last night: my laundry basket. In the past: under the sink, inside a cabinet, behind a TV, in my storage bins, in a linen closet.

I think that half a cupcake and diet coke constitute a perfectly functional and acceptable breakfast/lunch/dinner.

Sometimes I leave bobby pins in my pockets, then can't find them, then accuse people of stealing them, then do my laundry and find 50 of them in the lint filter.

People that sing while they have their headphones on make me want to deliver unto them a swift kick to the shins.

I like to pull all my hair down so that the majority of it hangs in my face on days that I don't feel pretty.

I'm one of those people that sometimes pretends to talk on the phone so that I don't have to talk to the people around me.

I have this theory, that every time someone grows a mullet, a chupacabra is born.

Saturday, December 4, 2010


Andrius Mamontovas


Let Go
Frou Frou

**please disregard the bizarre trippiness of this last video. i just like the song.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Peanut Butter.

Yesterday was awful.

I mean, really, truly awful.

All the stress of everything hit me like a ton of bricks in the morning, likely brought on by my already grumpy thoughts as I walked the 20 minutes to work in 8.2 degree weather.

I hate Utah.

Don't come runnin after me with pitchforks, now. I just... extremely dislike Utah, and having to come back to it, and its cold, and ice, and below freezing temperatures, and snow, after having been back in Georgia for a whole week. It just sucked coming back on saturday night, knowing that I'll have to take all my finals and do all my last minute little assignments and big ol projects within the next two weeks.

At church on Sunday, which my roommate Amy (hereafter known as Ames or Ags) dragged our ill and infirm selves to, the big combined sacrament meeting had some really good speakers.

This one kid talked about how, as a child, he has a vague memory of being set on the counter as his family made lunch, and realizing he was hungry, then proceeding to eat straight out of the jar of peanut butter by the mouthful and handful, wiping it all over himself, the walls, and the counter around him. His parents came back into the room, and his father had the wisdom to snap a photo of the comical situation. Upon later review, they noticed a small framed sign hanging on the kitchen wall behind their child in the photo, clearly visible, as if it was placed there on purpose: "Count your blessings."
Taken slightly aback by this obvious sign, they decided to count their blessings about the situation, in order to quell their anger at the child's messiness and mistake. His mother said aloud,

"Blessing Number 1: At least it was only peanut butter!"

Ags and I loved this talk, and have taken to going around reminding each other as we complain, "Its only peanut butter! Just peanut butter!"

So, in an attempt to put myself in a better mood, I counted my blessings, and found my peanut butter. I'm going to keep trying to find the peanut butter everyday, and document it in some manner, maybe even just on here.

Tuesday's Peanut Butter:
When I went to the gym yesterday, everything turned around. I hadnt worked out since going home, and it felt good to get some physical work done. There's nothing quite as satisfying as 20 miles on a stationary bike, really. I got to work out for a full hour, reading "Mockingjay" of the Hunger Games series as I did so. Great afternoon.
Also, it was Taco Tuesday at Del Taco. If you haven't taken advantage of this awesomespice deal, then something is seriously wrong with you. Three tacos for $1.07, thats including tax. Go out and git-r-done next week, so to speak.
I went over to my friend Brittani, from freshman year,'s apartment with Caroline, my roommate from that year, to watch the Victoria Secret Fashion Show. Oh man, so amazing. Its like a whole freaking performance, not just an underwear show. Seriously, extraordinary.

So yeah. It was good to have my day turned slightly around.
All the stress is still there... all the things I have to accomplish in a short amount of time still exist.. But apparently there are ways to calm yourself. And I plan on doing my best to keep that shizbiz up.