Sugar Plums Dancing?

HAPPY CHRISTMAS, EVERYBODY!!!

Well, it's not Christmas yet, but it snowed a whole whale load today, so we're all in the Christmas spirit!

So, one time I was listening to the good ole "Twas the Night Before Christmas" poem, and I thought, "What the heck is a sugar plum?"

I know you've all secretly wondered the same at one time or another.  Well, my friends, wonder no longer!  Kj has done the research for you.

First, it is not the same as a sugarplum, which comes from the amelanchier plant, native to north america.  That is very different.  And if you are having visions of this thing dancing in your head, then it's probably not too bad. But, you're probably a super nerd for knowing what that is and then dreaming about it.

Amelanchier Ovalis... not what Clement was talking about.

Second, a sugar plum is basically a ball of dried fruits.  There was a time.. a while ago.. where "plum" meant any dried fruit.  Who messed that up at some point? 

"Hey Sally, can I have a plum?"

*Sally gives kid a dried apricot*

"How dare you, Sally?!  I clearly meant strictly the fresh, drupe fruit, of the genes Prunus!"

 I do not know. I mean, a plum (nowadays) isn't even a dried fruit... And how did it catch on?  I do not know.  

Now that doesn't look too bad, eh?

Anyway... so apparently people used to think that a ball of dried fruits was worthy of their dreams. Granted, it's covered in sugar, most of the time.  I'll give them that.  Sometimes I cover my cereal in sugar, and that's pretty yummy.

So, there you go.  If any of you ever have visions of these dancing in your head, PLEASE let me know.  That would make my life.  Okay, CTR!!

Love, Kj

My Greatest Fears

So, I don’t really like reading very much. But sometimes in the summer I get so bored that I turn to reading in my darkest (boredest) of times.  So I read this book this summer where the characters have to face their deepest fears in a virtual world they call their “fear landscape.”  

I totally have two fears that I guarantee would make up my fear landscape.  And if any of you read this post and use the information contained herein to sabotage me in some way, you will rue the day.  I don’t know why you will, but I’ll figure that out later.  

Fear #1: WASPS.  

I. HATE. WASPS. Story time-- I was 7.  Kyle (my older brother) thought it would be a fun sibling-bonding activity to go visit the local wasp nest in our neighbor’s storm drain.  He always was the dumbest one. (Jk.  He’s smart in real life.  But he’s on a mission, so he can’t even read that.)  Anyway, my wonderful little sister was just a wee tot and decided that the nest needed elimination.  The idea itself is a good one, but the execution was completely idiotic.  Again, wee tot. She threw a rock at it.  To this day I’m unsure how this happened, but the whole swarm had a meeting and decided they were going to sting Kj.  All of them.  So they did.  And it hurt.  And I cried.. a fact that I would like to attribute to my young age, but let’s get real and admit that even if this happened today, we’d all cry.

Now, I need to clarify: I am no respector of stinging insects.  When I say “wasps”, I mean: hornets, yellow jackets, those weird giant black wasp-like bugs from Hades that live in Tucson, and bees.  Cool?  Actually, not cool at all.

Ok.  I found the following picture on Pinterest. 

And it inspired me to let you all know how I’ve faced my fear over the years.  

First, let me tell you that I’m kind of like Spiderman.  Because I’m pretty sure that after the above experience, I developed a 6th sense to detect wasps at all times.  

Second, let me tell you that I never face this fear.  When my waspy sense goes off, I just leave… rapidly… Ok. I run.  This has become an ongoing problem because I pass this stupid purple-blossomed plant everyday on my way to school, and it is an evil haven of wasps.  When people aren’t watching, I just walk off the sidewalk and around it.  But when people are around, I am basically forced to be cool.  And I just hold my breath and walk super fast past it.  The good news is that this only lasted for about the first month of school.  Phew!  I would be dead from hypertension at this point if it went any longer.

OOOOOKAY.  You ready?

Fear #2:  Bicyclists on Campus.

Laugh if you will, but I am legitimately terrified.  Just today, this kid… we will call him “Turbo”… seriously missed me by maybe 2 inches.  I swear he was planning on plowing me over, but I’m thinking he read his scriptures this morning because at the last second, some saving grace told him to veer quite uncoordinatedly out of my path.  I am definitely applying for a slot on that show “I Shouldn’t be Alive” because Turbo would’ve been just fine, gently floating off his bike, with his sweet helmet on.  However, Kj would’ve been minced meat. 

Unfortunately I don’t have a bikey sense to detect those crazies quite yet since I only developed said fear last year.  This makes it even worse when they deploy the sneak attack: you know, where they zoom up from behind without the least degree of warning.  Seriously, heart attack status.  

As Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez once said (in duet form):

 “I never knew that this could happen ‘til it happened to me.  Ooooohhhh.  

I never knew if before, but now it’s easy to seeeeee,  ooooooohh!”  

Now a new [short] story time:  MY ROOMMATE (Marie) GOT HIT BY A BIKE!  AND, she fell (obviously), AND her phone got knocked out of her hand, AND he RAN OVER her phone and cracked it!  Now, Maria is indeed the most accident-prone person ever, as was decided by our graduating class.  BUT, that holds no significance when you are merely the innocent by-stander.  This is real, guys.  I did not even make any of this up.  Except the waspy sense.  But that’s only about 40% exaggerated.

So, be careful out there.  The world is a scary place. 

First Day of School, First Day of School!

Hey guys.  It's me, Kj.

So, I just finished my second week of school.  It's been fun... ish.  Actually, I'm really happy to be back.  I like seeing people and being in cheer.  It's just that I don't super enjoy sitting through lectures.  Snacks are my heaven-send.  As in I cannot make it through a lecture without snacks.  Do you know how fast a pack of gummies runs out?!  Faster than a professor can say, "When I was your age.."

Anyway, this post is about the first day of school.  I asked my dad what I should wear on said day, and he said that it should be cute because first impressions matter.  Well, Dad, I can't say I agree with you completely.  And here's why.  Stick with me here.

So, you're sitting in class on the first day, and what's the first thing you do?  Hopefully you take off your backpack and sit down.  But after that, you scout out the prospects.  Let me help you ladies out:

Steps to scouting out prospects on the first day of school:

1. Eliminate the girls. (If that doesn't apply to you, then... yeah...)
2. Check who is cute.
3. Make a mental note.

Now, this may seem shallow and such, but how the heck are you supposed to judge a person's "personality" on the first day??  Unfortunately, people don't have soul charts floating above their head.  Life would be so easy if that was the case.

Ok, anyway, the point is: how many of us actually remember any person we loved on the first day? I don't.  But, as the semester goes on, I start figuring out who is in my classes, I notice people I didn't see before, and then I actually take note of certain people.

So here's what it comes down to:  This ^ thought process should be true for everyone because I usually think the best.  And, if it is true for everyone, then yes, first impressions matter for the scouting prospects part.  But chances are those who made a note of you will forget about exactly how you looked on that first day and will continually notice you throughout semester.

Then maybe you should look ugly on the first day?  Welllll, not ugly, but not super cute.  Just regular.  And then look REALLY cute in later days/weeks because then they'll be like, "where have you been all of semester??"And then you've got them.

Just remember that at that point, people really do start noticing personality.  So if that's a problem for you, maybe skip the shopping trip altogether and go to a niceness seminar instead.  I bet you $100 BYU offers those.

Ok, choose the right, people!  And remember, the first day is already past, so you can't use this post as an excuse to look regular.  Unless it's hobo day-- when there's no time between practice and class, so you go in your sweats.  That is an exception because I named it.

Love, Kj

Bred for skills in magic.

Kj  has returned!  Sorry about that, bee tee dubs.  I won't let it happen again.


I have a favorite animal.  It's a squirrel.  I can't remember how that happened, but it's been true since I was about 12.


In other news, one time I went to the zoo.  And then, I saw my second favorite animal.  A squirrel monkey! I bet you ten billion dollars that you didn't know that existed.  Well that's okay because we're all pretty dumb until we discover things.  And the day I discovered the squirrel monkey was a joyous occasion.  Here's some pics.

As you can tell, the connection was instantaneous.  He literally came right to me.  I named him omelet.


While we're on the subject, my third favorite animal is a group of animals: albinos.  Albino people are cool, and I have indeed met a few in my lifetime. But, albino animals are cooler.  One day in 2010 I decided to make an albino squirrel my profile picture.  No, I wasn't 10, I was actually 15, but I'm not ashamed of it.  Here's a screen shot for proof.

Last, my fourth favorite animal is also a group of animals: pygmys.  Pygmy squirrels are freaking cute. You can get on google rampages looking up pygmy animals.  So google at your own risk.


Alright, I'm so glad you're all enlightened on my animal preferences.  I try to keep it at 4, but you never know when a new one will fall into your life. As Emily Osment would say, keep your e-eyes open.  Actually that's Taylor Swift, but same difference.  At least I didn't say Hannah Montana.


Love, Kj

3 D's: Duck. Dynasty. Dream.

Today was the season 3 premier of Duck Dynasty.  And I LOVE duck dynasty.  I may or may not be considered a bandwagon fan.  But I'm okay with that because it is such frappin' hilarious show!  I also feel that I hopped on the bandwagon a little earlier than most, so at least I got a good seat, right?

This is just one of far too many wonderful Duck Dynasty quotes.  If it were one movie, I would have the whole thing memorized.  Sure, it can be quite scripted, and Willie is not a good enough actor for that, but Si is just funny and borderline senile.  I mean, the man mistook berries for poop!  HE ATE POOP!  Plus, he is a Nam vet, for crying out loud.  Give him some R-S-P-E-C-T!!  And let's not forget to mention the time he dominated the donut-eating contest!  Did Obama ever win a donut eating contest?  Did Justin Bieber?  Did Adele?  I don't think so. . . Ok, maybe Adele did.

ANYWAY. . .

Over MLK day break, I had a dream about Duck Dynasty.

The best part is that I was in the dream. . . As in I was a member of the Robertson family!  I'm not positive how I fit in, but I think I was a grandchild.  Which was sweet!  I mean, Phil was my grandpa, guys!

Anyway, I think we were eating squirrel.

THEN, WE WENT TO DISNEYLAND!!

Is that not the greatest imaginary experience of your whole life?! If I ever get a terminal illness and get a wish, I will for sure (1) meet Tim Tebow (just thought I'd throw that in there), (2) become adopted into the Robertson family, and then (3) go to Disneyland with them.

That would make me happy, happy, happy.


Love, Kj

Valentine's Day

In case you walked around campus with your eyes closed and headphones in all day, I’ll just take a moment to inform you that today is Valentine’s Day.  I’ll also take a moment to advise you to refrain from walking around campus in the manner described above.  Safety hazard. 

Here’s my thing:  I hate haters.  I mean, what’s wrong with being “just okay”, “just eh”, “just fine” with JB, the Jonas Brothers, T Swift, etc.? You don’t know their lives. The same goes for Christmas music and Valentine's Day.  So many people LOATHE ENTIRELY things/people that are completely irrelevant.  The only things you can acceptably hate are: haters, the Chargers (and the Cowboys, and the Patriots, and the Raiders, and the Chiefs), and the Utes.  That’s it.  If you’re hating anything else, then you’re just crusty and making your life stink.  

So Valentine’s Day is cool.  I mean, do I have a Valentine?  No.  Can I walk anywhere at BYU and avoid being reminded of that?  Heck no.  However, I like love.  Love’s cool.  I also love pink. And candy.  So that makes for a happy day.  And every holiday is an excuse to celebrate, which is super great.  

Furthermore, I like the cheesy stuff people do.  Mormons do cheesy best.  Some lady who looked like she belonged on Yo Gabba Gabba came and sang a song to a kid in the Wilk today.  She was nuts.  And whoever thought it was a cute idea to do that to their sweetheart is more nuts.  But it made my day a little more interesting.  In the “I could’ve probably gone throughout my day having not seen that, and it would’ve been better” sense.  But, better is not always memorable.

So quit hating on Valentine’s Day.  Hey, if you have a Valentine, pin a rose on your nose.  If not, that may be a sign you could do your hair a little cuter. Or perhaps you smell bad. Joke.  Then again, I could very well not be joking.  Who knows?

Anyway, I’ll leave you with this meme because it's punny.

Just remember:  Chances are, I love you.  So you’ve made it.  You’re there.  Happy Valentine’s Day, homies!  And stay away from the Hinckley Hall lobby tonight.  The PDA could be toxic.

Love, Kj

Chronic Ankle Instability

In case you didn't know from my title, my topic of the day is Chronic Ankle Instability, from which I suffer.  Don’t try and wikipedia it... you’ll fail.

What is CAI, you ask?  Well, 6 months ago I would’ve been just as naive as you. But I’m older now, and quite a bit wiser.  Six months older, actually.  

Let me tell you a little story.  It takes place at cheer camp in July 2012.  I fell from a pyramid and severely sprained my left ankle.  (See Figure 1).  That meant I got to hop around Vegas for 2 days.  They don’t have crutches in Vegas because (a) they like when people suffer,and (b) lots of people walk with a limp to up their swag.  Not me.  I just hopped/ mooched piggy back rides off teammates.  

Figure 1

First Sprain.  Days 1, 3, and 4.

Less than three months later, on October 24, 2012, my life was changed forever.  Following another fall and another ankle sprain (see Figure 2), this time on my right ankle, I was diagnosed with CAI.  When I received the news, I was devastated.  So many questions ran through my mind: What did this mean?  How long did I have?  A week?  A year or two?  

Figure 2

Second sprain.  Days 1 and 4.

The answer? One month.  Just a short 4 weeks later, I re-sprained my left ankle at another practice (see Figure 3).  

Figure 3

Third Sprain.  Day 1... I was done with the bruise pics at this point.

Though this one was not as bad as the others due to the daily ankle taping Jun advised, I was nevertheless devastated.  My diagnosis was confirmed.  I had come to terms with the fact that I have little ankles. Correction: I had little ankles (see comparison of Figure 4).  They are now kankles.  Which is sad because my little ankles were quite attractive.  

Figure 4

Left: ankle pre-sprains.  Right:  wrapped up ankle post-sprain.

Now, maybe I can clear up some ambiguity by giving you a “Day in the life of a CAI sufferer.”

 I wake up at 6:30, and Jun tapes the crap out of my ankles before I go to cheer practice.  This makes for really ugly arabesques and kicks due to my very limited ability to point my toes. 

 Anyway, then I face my abusive relationship: cheer.  Man, I really REALLY love it!  But as you can see, sometimes cheer doesn’t reciprocate that love.  But I’m sticking with it.  We’re going to work it out.  

After practice, I cut off my tape, which hurts if I haven’t shaved in a while.  Then I try and get the weird sticky spray stuff off because it makes it difficult to put pants on when your ankles are sticky.  

Throughout my day, I go through unforeseen complications associated with CAI.  These include: not being able to freely parkour, avoiding potholes and curbs, jumping really low when I frolick, looking weird when I go down stairs, occasionally receiving an ankle "massage" that makes me cry, and struggling to take get my boots over my kankles.  

If that night entails a game, I again tape like there’s no tomorrow.  Often with 2 different trainers taping different ankles, the left and right don’t quite match up (see Figure 5).  But that’s okay because we draw Nike swooshes on the sides and pretend I’m just a hipster and wear tube socks when I cheer.  I’m not sure which is more embarrassing... 

Figure 5

Just... yep.

Life’s rough.  I get through it one day at a time.  

But the my kankles don’t define me.  My CAI doesn’t define me.  All I ask is that you join me in the fight.  Let’s search for the cure (I propose metal joints).  Let’s spread awareness. My fight will not be in vain.  

To help the cause, all I ask is that you give me $5.  Or a back scratch.

Love, "Kankle Kj"

Happy Birthday Ma!!!

Today is my wonderful mom's birthday!!! I can honestly say she's the best mom ever.  Sorry to all you other people out there who have moms.  But I guess we can't all be this lucky.
I've come up with a few things I have learned from my mama, which I thought I would share.


#1- Cleanliness is next to godliness.  My mom has always kept our house spotless.  I seriously don't know how she does it.  But it makes for a wonderful environment to play, learn and relax in.

#2- It's okay to listen to a song or watch a movie over and over.  Hey, if you like it, go for it!  This is the main reason I had several Journey, Depeche Mode, Erasure, Bryan Adams, and Celine Dion songs (as well as the entire Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory movie) memorized at a young age.  I know this habit drives my dad nuts, but I have found that I'm on Mom's side with this one.  I am definitely a song replayer.

#3- Put the gospel first, and everything else will fall into place.  My mom has a knack for letting unimportant things go.  She simplifies her life to just what is good.  And that's all she (and anyone in this world) needs.

#4- Family first.  Mom always says that.  And more so, she lives it.  She has stayed at home and taken care of us kids since stinky Kyle came into this world.  And I do not know how she is sane, with such a job.

 #5- There is no greater compliment than "you look/ act/ are just like your mom." First, glad I look like you and not dad.  Second, I seem to get told all of the above a lot more as I get older. That's just fine by me.  If I'm half the mom you are when I have kiddos, then I will have succeeded.

This is my mom.. with my dad.  See how cute?!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!  I love you!!

Love, Kj

Today is the birthday of Douglas.

DJ,

You better feel great that you got a blog shout out.

And for all who are interested, his blog is funny and great.

Yep.  And sorry about the appearance... it's finals week, so I gave up on important stuff.... like doing my hair and wearing normal people clothes.

Also, Kalli totally lied to me.  DJ's birthday is actually the 11th.  Oh well.  By now, you are reading this on (or after) his actual birthday.

Love, Kj

Seven Things That People Should Not Do on Facebook

Wow!  I was a week shy of leaving you all famished of Kj posts for a whole month.  Well, fear not.  Because here comes another.  And it was inspired by my friend Kyle during a rather lengthy drive last night.  You see, Facebook is awesome.  For SO many reasons.  And by awesome I mean a great center of complete stupidity sometimes.
So I've come up with a list of seven things that people should not do on Facebook.  Now, if you do any of these things, please do not be offended.  Unless that leads you to change your actions.  Then please do.
Also, I'm counting down because I want the suspense to be killing you.

#7: Post a Deceiving Profile Picture
And by "deceiving" I mean not you.  Now, we wouldn't want people thinking you are any of the following: a Lambourgini,  your dog Starla, Han Solo, Legolas, or Sailor Moon.  If that's cool with you, sweet!  But don't be surprised when that girl/guy you've never met but somehow carries on a 50,000 message-long conversation with you on Facebook doesn't actually talk to you in real life.  Chances are he or she is either under the impression that you are truly a Mustang Transformer, so they simply don't recognize the real you... OR that they feel cruelly deceived by your true identity and can't stand to face you in person.

#6- Attempt the Duck Face Mirror Bathroom Pic
And by "attempt" I mean don't think about it.  No matter the circumstances, it screams tool.  The selfie is one thing, but this is a whole different level.  I mean, I know you might have just gotten your hair cut, and you really feel the urge.  Resist at all costs.  Even if you are wearing a large hoodie with the hood on and sunglasses... which is something we all do when we're at home alone...  No.  Just no.

#5- Use Any of the Following Words If You Are Unclear Concerning the Meaning
And by "any of the following", I mean any of the following: there, their, they're, your, you're, to, too, two, definitely.   I don't know why some people didn't get the first grade education that I did, but if you don't know, choose a different word.  Like unicorn.  For example:  "Unicorn an idiot"; "I am going unicorn the mall with my unicorn best friends and unicorn boyfriends"; I am unicorn the coolest person I know", etc.  And let me just make a plug for the poor word definitely.  Not definately.  Not defanatly.  (my computer is so ticked I keep doing it the wrong way)  AND DEFINITELY NOT DEFIANTLY.  There is a very large gap between the meaning of:  "I definitely love my mother" and "I defiantly love my mother".  

#4- Talk About Your Relationship
And by "talk about your relationship", I mean posting about fighting on Facebook, posting about your most recent breakup, and/or posting thrice a day about how flipping amazing your boyfriend is.  I'm sure he's awesome.  But after about 50 posts, people stop saying "awe" when they read them and start deleting you as a friend.  But I guess that wouldn't really matter because your boyfriend is awesome.

#3- Post Inappropriate Glimpses into Your Personal Life
And by "inappropriate glimpses into your personal life" (and this is Kyle's personal favorite), I mean mostly ultrasounds.  Now I can see where you would think this is cute.  However, most of us are not interested in a picture inside your uterus.  I can't think of anything that would be considered more personal.  And on the subject of prego, if you want us all to see your cute baby bump, keep the skin under clothing.  Unfortunately, midriff is not any more flattering when you're fatter.  Sorry ladies.

#2- #unnessecarilyhashtag
And by "#unnessecarilyhashtag", I mean that Facebook doesn't have a search hashtags mechanism.  So don't hashtag.  It is not necessary.  Unless you're posting via a hashtagging site, or you're a funny hashtagger. #becausesometimeshashtagsarefrappinhilarious.  But in most cases, they're not.

#1- Be a Person Who Should Not Be on Facebook
And by "a person who should not be on Facebook", I mean a person who can't post as yourself, take normal pictures, use semi-correct grammar, resist talking about your relationship, or use words.  There's no shame in admitting you're any of these.  Actually there is a hefty amount of shame in admitting you are any of these.  But the true shame is when you broadcast it to the world through the social media we know and love as Facebook.

Love, Kj

"The defect in this one is bleach."

To introduce my topic today, please enjoy the following video:

If you click on this, it'll take you to the video!

So I'm talking about milk.  That means that if dairy bores you or you're lactose intolerant, you best close this tab.
Ok, here's the deal.  BYU doesn't sell whole milk in their vending machines.  It's disgusting.  I mean that their lack of acceptance of all types of milks is disgusting... not whole milk itself.  Whole milk is delicious.  And when you're desperate to use money on your meal card of endless money, you only buy food from BYU.  So, I think complaining about the type of milk available to me is appropriate.

I also think that if I wasn't Mormon I would be an alcoholic or a coffee addict.  Because that is how much milk I drink.  I love it.  Specifically, chocolate milk.  They don't even sell chocolate milk that is not reduced fat!  What?!  You can put a bunch of sugar in your milk but not fat?

You may be asking why I even care.  First, if you are asking yourself that, then you shouldn't read my blog.  Second, I prefer my milk to taste like milk and not water.  Because water is gross and milk is yummy.  Skim milk is not only one or the other, it's a rotten hybrid of both.


And mixing up liquids is one of the worst feelings.

One time when I was little, I accidentally poured coffee all over my pancakes at IHOP instead of syrup.  A)  I don't like the smell of coffee, and the taste is even worse.  You can imagine my surprise.
B)  I obviously didn't eat the pancakes after, so don't judge me.

Ever went to drink your sprite, only to be disappointed by the extreme dullness of non-carbonated, sugarless H2O?  Yeah, it's like going to visit Santa Claus and being greeted by your middle school principal.  Nay, your middle school recess guard ladies.  Oh, mine were borderline evil.


Anyway, I eat a lot of cereal, and I love cookies!  However, I don't eat cereal with water (though I sometimes eat it with chocolate milk), and I don't dip my cookies in orange juice.  I think my Dad does, though.  But he's weird.
Some people say they can't tell a difference, but that's heresy.  Watery milk is not the same as milk.


Apart from the taste, BYU's milk options are like a giant face slap.  No, they're like a giant fat joke.  This is how the meeting went when BYU people were deciding to ban the wonderfulness that is whole milk:
Some guy: "The freshmen are getting a little chunky... maybe we should stop selling soda... or donuts?"
Other guy: "... I love donuts... No, that's too far.  I don't think anyone will notice if we just take away all the whole milk."
Guy 1: "Oh, you sly dog."

Well, you can't fool this girl!  Let's quit this caffeine petition business and make a push for whole milk!
Yeah, I know.  Nobody caught the vision.  Oh well.  I can go home and get my whole dairy.  And egg nog.  Egg nog is good.

Love, Kj

P.S.  IT IS SO STINKIN CLOSE TO CHRISTMAS!!!

This is my not election post

Unlike some people, I loved all the election posts!  However, seeing as I am still a minor and thus cannot vote, I feel my voice was not heard, so I cannot offer an opinion on the subject of the election.  Actually I can:  BOOOOOO.  That's all I have to say about that.

In other news, I received this interesting voicemail while I was at cheer the other day.  Take a listen:

It was from Tucson, where I once resided... like four years ago.  So that's weird.  But overall I just think it's weird.  Weird things happen to me.  Like this other weird thing... that I can't blog about... because people would get offended... so use your imagination.

Anyway, I called her/ him/ it back to schedule the play date, but I didn't get a reply.  I find that odd.  Just a word of advice:  if you call someone to set up a play date, and then they don't answer, so they call you back, but then you don't answer, then just text them.  It's easier.  And then if your voice sounds like this girl's (guy's?  dwarf's?), nobody has to listen to it. 

Ok, have a great night kiddos!!

Love, Kj

My Life is Awesome

But really.  After watching this, you might think I'm joking... but I really do love my life.  IT IS SO AWESOME! You don't need dates to love your life!  Dates just help...
Anyway, here is just a glimpse into why my life is so awesome.  With the help of my friend, Maria.  Congrats Marie, you got a blog shout out.

There is no way you have a better story of your Friday night...
No, not even you, Katy Perry.

Love, Kj

P.S.  We lied.  Instead of watching Netflix, we made this video for you all... and then we watched Netflix.

My views on gay marriage.

I believe Avril Lavigne said it best when she said:

And there you have it.

Love, Kj

What are you thinking, Kj?

Well, I'll tell you what I was thinking.  I was thinking, "Man, I need to read about Jainism for class tomorrow."  Then I was thinking, "That sounds really boring."  And then I was thinking (and I'm not going to put these in quotes because that takes too long):

• I should do something instead of reading about an ancient religion.
• Maybe I should read about the debate since I watched it tonight.
• Nah.
• It sucks that I can't vote because I'm a lot smarter than most people who vote.
• Who cares, actually.  We all know Romney's got Utah in the bag... Mormons.
• If I ever run for office, I'm going to be in super shape.
• Pinterest could help me with that... or I could just not eat this Peanut Butter Twix.
• Oops, already ate it!  And it was GOOD.
• Diets are overrated.
• Actually they're not because if I looked like some people, I wouldn't say that.
• Man, my life philosophies are so much better than everyone else's.

Then... BAM!  Thus began my blog.  So here's the deal.  I am not going to put effort in to make my blog look cute.  Because I don't know how and technology frustrates me.  But if you want to help me out, feel free! I don't care that it's not creative.  Because Kj's blog seemed the logical thing to call it... it's MY blog.  (Oh, and whoever Karen something is who took the kjsblog URL, frappin shut down your blog so I can have it.).  Comment if you like stuff, be quiet if you don't, and enjoy the psychological tour of my mind!   Follow me, or don't follow me.  If you do, you'll obviously live a better life, but nobody's making you.

Love, Kj

Oh, side note that doesn't quite qualify as a post script: Most of the things I say in life- both virtual and real- are somewhat sarcastic, so if you're thinking, "she's crazy", 90% of the time you are correct and 10% of the time I don't actually mean what I say.