The last few days

Ok, so the last few days have been really uneventful... or really eventful, however you want to took at it. I am learning a dance for national dance day that "so you think you can dance" taught me on youtube... sometimes I think to myself, "wow, Kara, maybe you do have the ability to dance on beat... maybe one day you can be a normal dancer!" but then I go in a room that has reflective windows to dance and am able to watch myself dance and I realize how sadly mistaken I am. Sigh... I look like a four year old dancing to an old brittany spears song... except that the four year old tops me. SIGH.

But anyways, two nights ago I did this dance over and over because I really want to perform it for the opening show up here at aspen grove (which is where the staff get up and do funny things or performs...) and I don't want to look like an idiot up there on stage, so I think to myself that if I practice over and over and over again then magically my uncordination will disappear and I will transform into a sexy dancer who can entrance anyone who watches her into a stance and then I WILL TAKE OVER THE WORLD WITH MY ROCKING DANCE MOVES!!!

Unfortunately, that probably will never happen... but I have been dancing like crazy anyways... :) But ya, two nights ago I danced my little heart out and then right after I was done dancing, I started feeling really really really really sick. And I was like, "oh no............. not again..................."

Sigh.... I was so sick. But I'm all better now, dear readers. My tummy has been healed... except, I suspect that I am lactose intolerant!!! Do you know what this means??? It means never any more ice cream... never anymore milkshakes... no more frosties.... no more slices of cheese when I run out of food to eat at my apartment... no more milk on my cereal... oh so depressing...

Or maybe its all in my mind, and I am just getting sick for no apparent reason...

I need a doctor.

P.S I will post a video of me dancing very soon!!! :)

Things that I am freaking grateful for

Not to be cocky, but my life is freaking amazing. I love it so much... so I am going to list them until I either run out of things that I am grateful for, or until I get bored of writing... (most likely it will be the latter...)

1. I'm so happy that I am here at Aspen Grove right now... not only is the work pretty easy and awesome, but living up in the mountains for three months is amazing in itself. Elder Holland said to us, "I have traveled the world with my family. We have had countless family vacations... but this.... (he indicates to the mountains and trees around us) this tops them all. You are truly blessed to be living here."
2. I am so grateful for the new friends that I have made this summer... Chelsea, Lucas, Jessica B, Jessica R, Anna, Kyle, Kelly, Albert.... thats just naming a few. Thanks for putting up with my weirdness and being so completely awesome. Thanks for joining me in making up raps, thanks for scrubbing dishes with me or scooping icecream with me... thanks for the late night snack runs or the late night swims. You guys are awesome.
3. And for my friends back at home... I love you as much as ever... Bri, Anna, Lee... I miss you guys more than you can imagine. I know that I say that this last year has been the best of my life, and a huge part of that was because of the time I got to spend with you guys while on my vacation. Bri, you made me feel so loved, giving up hanging out with your friends to be with me... dedicating days just to me. I love you so much!
4. This should have been my number one, but I am too lazy to go back and change it... I am so grateful for my family. From my mom, who is willing to drive 14 hours just to support her daughter in doing the things she loves... to my dad, who is one of my best friends, the guy that I can tell anything to, who I can make up dances with and harmonize as we drive to go fish... to John and Laci, bringing the most amazing two kids into this world, who I love more than anything... Steven and Effie, for SOON to be bringing in a little one... To Ashley, who is my best friend in this entire world. I love Ashley so much.... she is the only person that I could tell everything to. She always makes me laugh and appreciate life just a little more. Tyler and Travis, encouraging me to live life to the fullest and making me want to be more adventurous. I love my family, you guys, so freaking much.
5. I am grateful that I have music in my life... that I can sing, play piano and guitar... that anytime I want I can whip up some music. I know that I am talented and I am so happy that I am. I am so happy that I have something that makes me me.
6. Sooo grateful that I get to go to BYU... one of the funnest places I have ever been. Everyone is so happy there, so excited about life.
7. I am grateful for the gospel.. I'm grateful to be LDS... because I know its true. I know that through the gospel, I can be with my family forever. And you all know how much I love my family... :) nothing would make me happier than to be able to be with them for the rest of eternity... and because of the gospel, I know that that is possible.
8. I am so happy that I am happy... I think that it is one of the best things about myself. I rarely get angry, and if I do, I'm over it within a couple of hours... I can't hold a grudge to save my life. Rarely do I wake up sad or angry or depressed... there is just too much in life to be happy about! :)
9. I am so grateful that I am healthy... sure I have asthma and excema, but other than that, I am healthy... I am grateful I have a functioning body!
10. Boys
11. for all the little things... for the sunshine on my face when I race out of my cabin in the morning, to the fearless butterflies at the pool who don't mind landing on your leg, to long showers where the water doesn't run out of heat, to wearing flowers in my hair.

I really do love my life... sometimes I think to myself, "Dang Kara... you have a pretty good life... so what are you going to do about it? How are you ever going to pay off the debt that you owe? How are you going to give back to the world even a portion of what you have been given?

And I don't really know, dear readers... I guess all I can do is try to help people out in the little ways... and try to make them aware of all the things they have to be grateful for too. So if you want, you don't have to, but post a comment of something that you are thankful for. :) Lets see what we find. :)

OH MY FISH.....

OH MY GOSH I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED I HAVE NEVER MET ANYONE FAMOUS, AND WELL, I GUESS THIS GUY ISN'T REALLY FAMOUS BUT IN THE LDS WORLD HE IS, AND SO ..... prepare yourself....

I just shook hands with Elder Holland... twice. :) :)

In case I have any non-LDS people reading this, Latter-day Saints have a prophet (kinda like a pope... but not...) anyways, he has a quorum of 12 men that reside under him, and Elder Holland is, like, the coolest of the the 12. And I shook hands with him.

I have never shaken hands with an apostle before!! It was amazing... I lead the music for my church, so I was just sitting up on the stands when onto the stage walks Elder Holland... and then he came up to me and shook my hand and was like, "It is so nice to meet you honey!"

I almost freaking fainted...

And then I led the music standing RIGHT in front of him... and then after sacrament meeting was over, he came back up to me and grabbed my hands and said, "You did such a wonderful job leading the music, honey. You are so beautiful -- I bet you had all the young men in the audience gasping for breath."

OH MY GOSH HE MADE MY DAY, HE MADE MY YEAR, HE MADE MY FREAKING LIFE WITH THAT COMMENT. I was just smiling wildly big and just kept saying "Thank you, thank you, thank you..." over and over again like a crazy person.

sigh... I am so content right now. :)

Reasons that I am probably never going to get married

Ok... so last night I finally crawled into bed at 1:30, exhausted and completely ready to go to sleep. But my mind was unwilling to let go of its freaking consciousness, so I lay awake for the next hour waiting for my brain to slow down enough for me to wrestle it to the ground and make it go to sleep. But as I was waiting for my brain to calm down, I started thinking about why guys never seem to go for me. And why I am probably never going to get married. (Yes, these thoughts only freaked my brain out more, which only resulted in me laying awake longer...)

So here are my reasons... and they are legit.

1. I ... I am a weirdo. I say weird things and I do weird things that most people only do if they think that no one is around. Like I rap while I do my dishes, even though it is completely awful and it annoys everyone around me because I am basically shouting my rap. It goes something like this... "My name is Kara... I'm here to say... that I do dishes... every day. I don't like plates... I don't like spoons... I do like trays....................................... (this is where I can't think of anything that rhymes with spoons, so I finish it off with) I don't do drugs, SO CHECK ME OUT."
2. I am very very very loud. I grew up in a family with four brothers, so if I needed something, I freaking had to shout it. Everyone is always telling me, "Kara.... tone it down. Tone. It. Down." But I can't, dear readers, I just can't. I like talking at an outrageously high level. And so when I meet a guy and I scream, "Hi my name is Kara and I don't do drugs!!!!!" They just kind of look at me funny and back away slowly...
   
3. While on the subject of speaking, I just adapted a new speaking method that can only harm me in my pursuit of the opposite sex. I started speaking like a man. Whenever I want to emphasize something important, I say it in my lowest voice possible. "But seriously.... it was scary...." (said like a 75 year old man) Sigh... I don't think guys find it attractive when your voice pitch matches that of their best friends.
4. I have kind of given up on my appearance... I used to spend at least an hour a day getting ready for school/work. But now, now that I am working at a campsite, all I do is literally roll out of bed, brush my teeth, and put a flower in my hair. My hair is in a pony almost all of the time, and I don't really wear much makeup anymore. So now my mediocre looks only increase my struggle to find guys.
5. I am not that sporty. I don't mind playing sports, but I am oh-so awful at them. I can barely dribble at basketball, I end up hitting my face every time I play volleyball, I can barely swim,.... and I have no coordination. Seriously... today I was walking happily along in the kitchen to go get the mop bucket when WAM!!! I nearly trip to my death on the tile. I quickly turn around to see what giant object was placed in the middle of the tile floor that so nearly killed me, and all I see is ... tile. I tripped over nothing!!! How is that even possible???
6. Along with the no coordination thing, I can not dance. Oh, I try to dance, thinking that if I make a happy face then all my jerky dance moves I execute are ok. But no... I look like I am having a seizure on the dance floor... and sometimes, when I try to look sexy on the dance floor so I can lure in a sexy man-beast, I end up pulling a butt muscle and then just kind of twitch for the rest of the night.
   
7. I seem to just be a friend for all guys... don't get me wrong, I don't really have a problem with this. Its just that sometimes, I want to be more than friends, and ....... ok this point bores me so I am moving on...... WHAT?? It's my blog, and I can leave a point uncompleted if I so very choose.
8. I. Am. A. Coward. I can't flirt to guys that I actually like. I can't go through with dates or lean in to kiss someone. I can't ever make the first move... so I end up waiting for the guy to make the first move but he never does because he doesn't want to make the first move on a girl who talks like a man and raps all the time and who never even tries to make herself look pretty. So I just stand around, hoping that the guy will ask me, and he never does, and I never ask him because I am coward. I never get anywhere... ak.

Ok, I know 8 reasons doesn't sound like a lot, but these are seriously 8 BIG reasons... each reason in of itself is like 50 little reasons... so I basically just wrote 400 reasons why guys don't like me. Last time I did the math, that is a lot of reasons. But its ok you guys... I will probably just become a spinster who doesn't own a house full of cats because I am allergic... instead I will collect fish... lots of little fish who will love me and I them. And I will eat jerky and muffins all day every day until I am pleasantly plump and I will wear yellow everyday even though it clashes with my skin tone. And my little fishies will adore me as I rap to them about how I don't do drugs. And I will be content.

I want to write!

I really want to write a blog, dear readers, but I have no humorous stories to talk about. Normally I wait until I have something funny happen in my life, and then I hurry back to my beautiful Dell laptop and write about it. But honestly, the last few days have been pretty chill, so I am just going to write whatever comes into my mind.

Anyways, my ex-boyfriend just got set apart as a missionary... and this really bummed me out. Like I almost started crying. I broke up with him mainly because he was going on a mission, and I didn't want to distract him from that. (If there are any non-mormons reading this, a mission is where a guy goes to some place in the world for two years and teaches the gospel of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He has to give up EVERYTHING like he can't call people ever (besides Christmas and mothers day) and they can't facebook...) Anyways, just realizing that I can't talk to my ex whenever I want on the phone, or when he comes down this week that I can't even hug him... it is just hard, you know?

I really am going to miss that boy. He was my first serious relationship, and I am so glad that it was him. He was funny, amazing, cute, and he really would pull me out of my shell. He was awesome.

Its funny, because the last year I keep telling myself that I don't want a serious boyfriend... and then I somehow end up getting into exclusive relationships that I don't really want... I think that it is just because I am the type of person who wants to make everyone happy... if I think that a guy I likes wants to be exclusive, I will be exclusive to make him happy, even when it makes me unhappy.

I guess that is the thing about me, dear readers, that you have to understand. I will do anything to make the people around me happy, even at the expense of my own happiness. Well, I guess it makes me happy to make people happy, even when it makes me unhappy... .haha that totally didn't make sense.

I am a different person for everyone I meet... for one friend I will be a little more outgoing, for another friend I will be chill and witty, for another friend I will be sarcastic and mean. I honestly lose track of who I really am sometimes... I don't think that I really know.

Ugh, sorry that this blog is depressing and not funny at all...

Lets see... today I woke up about 7 minutes before I had to go to work. So I rolled out of bed (sucessfully managing to hit myself on the head 3 times before I did so) and ran to the back to get ready speedy quick. But to my dismay, my roommate was in the only bathroom in my cabin. So I just threw some baby-powder in my hair (to soak up the grease because I haven't washed my hair in a really really really long time... don't worry, I am going to swim today, and swimming FORCES me to wash my hair because I don't want it to turn green... anyways...) and then I threw it into an 80's side pony tail. I wiped of my makeup smudges and threw on my clothes. Right before I left, I put a flower in my hair...

Oh, the flower in my hair. You will almost always find a little flower in my hair these days. I think that it makes me look like I care more about my appearance than I actually do. Last week, a little 16-year-old-redhead-boy called me his "flower girl" and everytime I walked past him he would whisper, "There goes my flower girl......"

haha... good times, good times. Wow... I honestly haven't even stopped typing for the last five minutes (unless it was to fix a spelling error...) and I am so proud of myself. I am getting pretty sleepy though.

Random fact about Kara: I can blow little spit bubbles off my tongue sometimes... but it always happens when no one is around. As soon as I try to show people, I fail. Sigh.

I guess I can put some awesome pictures of me water-sliding on my blog, so you actually have something to look at besides words... how boring!








These are my girls, you guys... dining hall girls/cook! This is before we go down the scary waterslide..... ah

WEEEEEEEEEE.... everything is beautiful and nice and I have yet to fall off the slide so I am enjoying myself....

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhh ohmyfreakinggoshthishurtssobadd!!!!!!!!" (that is what I was yelling there... the grass .... it was a little painful....)




This is after we fell off of the slide... I had a major weggie......... oh my....



For my last picture, I debated forever whether I wanted to put this on my blog or not... but I finally decided that you guys have to see the horrendous faces that I am capable of.... well.... here it is....





























(ya.... the one second to the last is me.... I am so ashamed...)

Horrible blog... sorry

Ok, I know its been a while since my last blog, but I have recovering over an illness the last week. This week honestly has been the longest week of my life.

Lets backtrack, shall we? Last Friday, my friend Alise and I decided to go down to Provo for some ice skating/partying. We also wanted to go grab something to eat, so we decide that we are going to go to Olive Garden for their five dollar soup/salad/bread stick combination.

Lets just say, I was more excited for the food than anything else. Not that I don't get good food here up at Aspen Grove... its just that I wanted something delicious and fatty and I wanted to be served by sexy waiters.

Anyways, we go to Olive Garden, and find out that the soup/salad/bread stick combo is actually 10 dollars instead of five... So I order seafood Alfredo instead.

5 hours later, I awoke from my sleep abruptly and sprinted to the bathroom to barf. yuck.

I was certain that I had food poisoning, y'all. I was barfing all the time... my poor 7 roommates had to listen to me moan and groan and cry for my mom all night long. My bunk mate probably couldn't sleep because I was thrashing around on my bed dramatically while saying that I was going to die.

It was a very long night.

But, dear readers, it was not food poisoning that struck my body and left me a weak little turnip. IT WAS A STOMACH BUG EPIDEMIC.

The whole camp had it that week... there was throw-up everywhere... no one was eating dinner (which was really nice because work was easy for me) but I was really scared because I felt like I was in a scary movie where a small town that is isolated from the rest of the world gets a sickness and then everyone gets it in that town and people try to leave the sickness but the rest of the world gets scared so they put a glass bubble over the camp and then everyone slowly dies because we can't get medical attention because the world is scared of us........ I was so scared.

.......... Nothing much really has happened besides sanitizing every minute and losing my tan.

ps. I wrote this blog on and off for the last week, because of my sickness. I am too lazy to read over it, so I am pretty sure that it makes no sense and is extremely rambly. But at least it is a blog, right?

pps: to make up for my crappy blog, here is a picture of me as a baby