I literally can't stand that. Like I am falling down right now.

So here's the deal. I think it's hilarious when people use the word literally when they don't mean it. It's probably partially because I think it is hilarious to interpret anything anyone says figuratively in a literal way. If that makes any sense. Those of you who know me know what I am talking about and have probably gotten annoyed by it.

But anyway, recently I have been noticing the misuse of the word literal more and more often. For example on The Bachelor when one girl said she "literally catapulted out of the limo." Twice. Wow! This one guy I work with says it all the time. One day I couldn't take it anymore and this is what happened.

Guy I Work With: If I had to take the test this Saturday I would literally be rolling dice.
Me: Really? They would make you roll dice?
Guy I Work With (Irritated): I said that I would be rolling dice.
Me (meekly after his half-shout): I know, but you said literally.
Guy I Work With: Yeah, I would literally be rolling dice.
Me (scared): ...*turns away and goes back to work*

So I learned my lesson about confronting people on that. Unless I know them really well. Which is why I didn't say anything when another person I worked with said the other day, "If you made a good video you could literally eat off of it for years." I laughed (inside) picturing someone eating off a video tape...for years.

I think my favorite was when a friend of my family emailed me and told me that I should call his daughter who had just gotten to Provo because she was "literally the fifth wheel in her apartment." Hmm.

So literally, that's my tid bit. Literally, keep your eyes open. Because you will literally laugh your guts out and your butt off next time you hear someone literally use literally wrong. And I am literally guessing you don't literally care to lose them.

Parking Garage Fun

For those of you who might read this and don't know...I am currently in LA doing an internship with PwC. I've been here since the beginning of January and will be done in a couple weeks so you missed most of it, but I thought I'd record at least one adventure. It's about car trouble. Which of course I never have when I am with Lalo. But now that I am alone with no friends or family in a city I have never lived in before, it happens. Lalo says it's because I never drive my car in Utah because I am always waking up late and asking him to drive me to school. But that's beside the point.

So my car didn't start when I tried to leave work about a month ago. After trying to jump it about five times, I finally got a ride home. I was super bummed because it was Friday, and I had planned to visit my family in Fallbrook for the weekend. Too bad! So the next day was Saturday and I had to figure out how to get my car to get working before work the next Monday! My landlord was kind enough to call her neighborhood mechanic who had his tow truck guy meet us in Burbank where my car was. So we get there and his truck wouldn't fit down in the parking garage but we did try to jump my car again unsuccessfully. Trip number one.

We left and went to the mechanic. He had one of his guys drive me back and try to see if he could fix the car in the parking garage. FYI I had to go out to car each time because I had gotten a weekend pass to get into the client's parking garage and no one could go in without me. So that makes it super fun. So we get there and he couldn't fix it because something was "in the way" or something. But he did try to jump it again without success. Trip number two. Signs for ever using that car again were not looking good.

We went back to the mechanic. I got dropped off at home. When they had a pickup truck to take they called me and I went down to the mechanic again. I went with another guy over to Burbank. The two truck guy also drove over again. We hooked this pick up truck which I think was smaller than my car to my car with a metal chain and started the slow climb up the levels of the parking garage. I was so happy when we saw sunlight. Above ground finally, we got it on the tow truck and finally went back! I went home to wait for them to fix it (it needed a new starter).

I really felt quite lucky though that they even fixed it when I am sure they thought I had a dead body in my car. I had taken my garbage out Friday morning and threw it in my trunk planning to throw it away in Fallbrook. That garbage included raw meat that was weeks old. It had been sitting in my car all night, and when I opened the door the smell hit me so strongly. I don't know how they survived it.

So after I typed this I realized how boring the story really is; however, I already typed it, so I will post it. I will also always have an aversion to parking garages.

Much too clever

I long ago outsmarted those quizzes where they tell you to make a wish at the end. Now I wish someone I love would die or something. That way when they say I have to repost it for my wish to come true...well then I don't have to.

Miss New Shoes

Because I have nothing exciting going on in my life currently, I thought I might start posting random memories from my childhood.
So I wasn't always the coolest kid. I remember in about fourth grade there was this girl that always came to school looking perfect. Her mom probably spent an hour doing her hair every morning. I was intrigued by her perfection. One time I asked her if she had a different pair of shoes for every outfit. She solemnly responded in the affirmative with a slow but confident nod. One day we came in from recess and sat down for story time on the carpet. Apparently I wasn't all that fascinated by the story because I became fixated on my feet. My white sandals had a thin brown layer of dirt on them, but my white feet had a much thicker layer. Nothing has changed to this day. The bottom of my feet are still black all the time (probably because I cannot force myself to wear anything but flip flops even two weeks from Christmas). This day though, they were both black and wet--from sweat. Hmmm. Interesting. I busied myself with scratching along the bottom of my feet and filling up my fingernails with the black liquid, examining it for a bit, wiping it on the carpet next to me, and then going in for more. It would never have crossed my mind that this behavior was anything but normal until I looked up and saw the huge very visibly disgusted eyes of miss new shoes. I stopped scratching. Sheepishly.

Invisiblity or flight?

If you could have the power to be invisible or to fly, which would you choose? Let me know and then say why. If it just so happens that someone has actually already commented, ignore his/her comment until you have written yours! I am doing a little experiment... :)

I keep waiting to update until I upload some pictures or something of something interesting in our lives. I haven't done that so here's a little sum up of what our lives consisted of previous to starting a blog from some random pictures I have on the computer. The first picture is what 10 percent of the engagement pictures we took looked like. The next picture is what the other 90 percent looked like. Yes, we just randomly took them outside my house in California.



Next are my parents:


And his:


Now back to the wedding...this is us coming out of the temple if you can't tell, and right below is a picture of my little brother and I. Everyone was standing back when we came out of the temple but he was right there. This picture was taken as he said, "You're married!!"
Dancing at the reception was my favorite part.



I am sure all three of you who read my first post are dying to know what "club" is. Well I reveal it to you now. Its membership consists of Lalo, me, dear uncle Ryan, and sweet cousin Patrese.

Our club is extremely exclusive, so if you are hoping for an invitation you will have to answer a few questions satisfactorily. If you do that, you may just get a an invitation for a trial visit. Club member Patrese made the centerpieces for our wedding.
As you can tell I don't have very many pictures on this computer beyond wedding pictures (I am on Lalo's), so I may do a repeat post later with pictures that are even more random. The picture below is me with club member Ryan. We are both being totally normal. Sorry for the immodesty but the picture was too important to forget.

I am sitting in the Tanner Building on a Friday afternoon. I really should be studying...but instead I am creating a blog. I am not sure what to say, but I figure I can't create a blog and then not at least post one entry. Um. Well Lalo is gone right now. Vegas...belated bachelor party. Just kidding. He is getting cars as usual. I should be researching for a group meeting tomorrow and getting ahead on homework. I really really want to reinstate "Club" next week.
The reason I wanted to make a blog is because I never keep a journal...so it's not like keeping a blog will make me miss out on keeping a record of all kinds of deep dark secrets...I wouldn't do that anyway. I hope it will make me start writing things down, and I really really hope it makes me start taking pictures. I was going to wait until this murderous semester was over...but I will always find a reason to put it off.