My dear friends, Mary, Jimmy Stuart and I, had quite an adventure Saturday afternoon. We went on a Safari... for the third time! And we made popsicles. Some were good, some... not so much. And we talked. Oh how I love talking to these two goons. (I say that in a very loving way.) They are amazing listners and I love them like the twin siblings I never had. And now, please enjoy this never ending line of mini pictures. Aren't they precious?
Thing 1 and Thing 2
Don't mess with us.
Retrieving the popsicles.
can you see the flying ribbon? i can.
let's not judge mary.
he climbed this in a matter of seconds.
he was in the timpview men's calendar. can't you tell?
This morning, my sister and I departed from our lovely home at 9:45 sharp and made our way to the mall. Unfortunately, it was not to shop. Which is an absolute shame because I love shopping so much. No though, it was for... "Hi, may I please pick up an application?" Yah, love those.
We circled the mall twice and went into different stores. Some had positive responses and others had definitely not positive responses. Those are my favorite. When you are all sweet and nice and say, "Hello my dear queen. May I pretty please with a cherry on top, recieve, from your loving hands, an application to work at this heavenly store?" And they reply, "No." Nice.
A month ago, I went into a classy restaurant on main street and met with the manager, who told me to come back at the end of May and he'd be happy to give me a job as a hostess, since I couldn't be a waitress because they serve wine. That was absolutely fine and I was extremely relieved that the job hunt was nearly over. Fast forward a month and it's yesterday. I go in, talk to him and he says, "I'm sorry. You have to be 21 now. We got in trouble for hiring anyone younger." RUDE... and rather depressing.
The worst one was at one of my favorite stores when I was talking to the two girls working there, and we were getting on GREAT. We were laughing and talking about summer and then, while the manager was printing out an application, she casually happened to ask, "You're older than 18, right?" Snap. "Noooo..." I replied. "Oh no," she replied, "I'm so sorry, you have to be 18. But when you do turn 18, please come back." Great. I'm so glad I have a job set up in 8 months... and in four years, when I'm 21, for that matter.
Alas, I shall fill out these applications, return them and see what happens. If I get a job, I get a job. If I don't, I don't. Yikes. Let's hope for the former.
I am so tricky. My sister thought I was taking a picture of myself. HA.
I may or may not had other intentions... (alright I did)
My sister is home. Yah I'm pretty excited. So excited in fact that I have been sitting in her chair for oh... I don't know, two hours while I watch her unpack. Okay that sounds just a little bit creepy but it's not, I promise. I haven't just watched her, we've been talking too. That makes it a little better, right?
I am rather overjoyed because I love my sister. Shocker, I know. She's extremely pretty, has good taste in music and is extremely kind. Those are the perfect qualities in a person, right? Well, I think they are. Basically, I'm a fan of my sister coming home. I sure do love my parents but being an only child is not an easy task! I'm excited to share the attention... and the clothes.
I don't understand the last week of school. Yes, I have finally made it to this point but why? Let me tell you about what I did today.
8:25-9:40: We watched Hercules. 9:45-11:00: We watched scenes. 11:05-12:20: We watched Youtube videos. 12:20-12:50: Glorious lunch 12:55-2:13: We had 'Seminary Show and Tell'
Good day. Um kinda pointless though. But summer is nearly here. How do I know it's here? Because I'm getting oh so used to the weekends. This weekend, a group of us went to Zupa's (love that Pina Colada Salad. No alcohol included of course.) , Comedy Sports (A club in downtown Provo kind of like 'Whose Line is it Anyway?) and then Far's for ice cream (That one's self explanatory). Wow. If I could do that every day, I'd be one happy camper. Oh wait, I can do that every day in um... 1 and a half days. (Except I shouldn't unless I want a heart attack my senior year-- but hey, it's the thought that counts.)
Today, yes, Saturday today, Mary and I spent three hours at school taking a bone test and then passing off the written and actual physical CPR tests. What a morning. Then, we came home and had lunch. After lunch, we wanted to shoot some hoops. Darn. The ball was flat. While we were trying to pump it up in the garage, we found wet suits. What can you expect from Mary and me? We de-mothed them (There were lots of moths. I gagged a few times.) while singing the Les Miserables medley, (solos included) forced them onto our bodies, (what are wetsuits made of? I'm pretty sure it's spandex and glue. That was tricky.) and then set the camera up on timer. We captured a few winners. Happy Summer.
Oh my Hannibal Lecter! (That is a new phrase I just invented. Pass it on.) It feels like SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! gfkadjidfjicjewirj 4iek jdiorjdfkfajkldfjkalj. I am overjoyed and can't contain myself. We have a day off of school today and there is morning wind. WAH! I love morning wind! I can taste summer. I really can. Last night, my bff jill,Mary and I went on a walk and then laid out on my lawn, gazing at the 4 or 5 stars in the sky talking about lovely, lovely life. (I'm a fan.) I even feel like working at the water park again because despite the angry patrons who like to vent on the lovely slide dispatchers, the water park was the epitome of summer. And also, the sun is out till 8 or 9! Yahoo mountain dew! (I do not own that phrase- that one is my Aunt January's. Still pass it on.)
Why am I crazy about summer, do you ask? Well that's easy! I love sum-sum for many reasons. First off, there is no school. And school is a drag. Let's face it. I mean, yes, it has it's moments but rarely. Second, I love to stay up late and sleep in late. That's kind of impossible during the school year. Third, I have no obligations from May 29th - August 17th. mmmmmmmmmm. Except- I do need a job. False. My parents aren't making me get a job, but I feel like I need to because frankly, college is not going to pay for itself. So there. Any one know of anywhere AWESOME to work? But really... do you?
Today I am going on another d.co date. DUN DUN DUN. You can read about part's 1, 2, and 3 with my handsome friend, Stuart, if you so desire. This time, we are going CANOEING! 'Jenna, why is it in caps?' 'I want to show my excitement for CANOEING.' And I'm excited. I'm excited to have a hot dog before, I'm excited to smell like sun screen, and I'm excited to wear my bathing suit because you don't wear your bathing suit in the winter. You just don't.
Wow. Maybe I should start a Vlog. Is that a thing? I think it's a video blog. Maybe I can have a Vlog on my blog? (Now we're getting tricky.) I love finding old home videos and recording random stuff aka life, and then editing it all. So fun! In fact, in fifth grade, I saved up half of the money for a video camera and my Dad paid the other half! Isn't he great? I still have all my old tapes and I like to watch them frequently. Perhaps I will post a few more down the road.... ANWAYS! I am telling you all this because I have another video to post. It's my French project! Enjoy!
Dear Mommy, Happy Mother's Day. Words cannot express how grateful I am that you are my mother! Hip hip hooray! You are always so willing to help me with my goals and dreams which is something not many daughters can say. I hope today has been wonderful for you. Love you forever. Sasha
ps. Happy Mother's Day to Nana, Grandma, Janna, Sister Cope, dear aunts, sweet cousins and friends. All 'mother figures' in my life. Love you.
Every time I go on the computer, I check my blog, and I keep thinking there will be a new post. Somehow. Magically. But there hasn't been. And whose fault is that? Mine. Sorry. I've been so busy. And I am still busy but I have a few minutes to spare while I print my 20 page French picture book! It's cute. It's about a unicorn... or should I say une licorne? Clever.
I wish I had news to tell you. Maybe something like, "I won a million dollars!" But alas, I cannot. However, I can tell you that plodding is good. I just need to plod until the weekend when maybe, just maybe, I can take a breather. And hopefully get a full eight hours of sleep!
For now though, please enjoy these pictures of Jim Halpert from The Office. It's kind of creepy but don't think about it too much. I mean, he's holding his TV baby for goodness sakes!