Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Shanti means peace

That's what they told us at the Festival of Colors, a Hindu festival that celebrates the coming of spring. The festival itself, however, was anything but peaceful. It was basically a huge mob of people at a Hindu temple throwing colored chalk everywhere. The combination of people was just weird: Mormons, Hindus, potheads, hippies... They had it all! But it was so fun anyways!

This is before the colors were thrown. I didn't actually take this picture, but it's a really good one of the temple.

It was pretty easy to find the hippies.

Oh boys. Sometimes they try so hard...

I didn't take this picture either, but this is when everyone threw the colors at once. The air was so hazy that it blocked out the sky! It was hard to breathe or even see because of all the chalk smoke.

Yes... I bought a shirt with a British flag on it to wear to an Indian festival. But hey! It was only $3! What a good deal. And I don't think half the people there were even intelligent (or sober) enough to understand the connection anyways.

On the long walk back to the cars. Having such dirty skin made our teeth look really white!

We had so much fun!

Even on the long, slow trip home.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

It's too late to apologize

Despite my British heritage, I still have an immense appreciation for this brilliant remake of Apologize.

Thursday, March 18, 2010


There is this show called Community. This show has a character named Abed. And he is pretty much hilarious. Here are some clips of how hilarious he is. Basically, if he was real, we would be best friends.



ABED AS A KRUMPER (Krumpist? Krumpee? I'm not sure.)


Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Rebecca Mary Cutler

Eighteen years ago last Saturday, a wonderful, miraculous, amazing thing happened. Rebecca Mary Cutler entered into this world. Since then, we have encountered many ups and downs. We argued, giggled, competed, and encouraged each other. We have come up with so many inside jokes and, even though I'm across the country from her right now, we still have the same special bond over the phone. She is an amazing person and I am so proud to call her my sister! So here is a special tribute to you, Beckster.

"Have fun with it!"


"My friend! ... Is over there."

"Hewwo. This is my fwend the wed wobster."

(British accent) "My name's Peter, and I like jam!"

"Look! The thing! It fell!"

"And then they made me their chief."


Why did the monkey fall out of the tree? Because he was dead!

3 girls + 2 milkshakes + Lean on Me, soul style.

Church ball. Need I say more?

Ms. Durr... Mister?

That Totally Appropriate 70's Show! Totally! Starring Shaniqua, Shanaynay, and Shazelma

The School War

"Sisters, sisters. There were never such devoted sisters."

"Mayonnaise!" Also, eating the whole apple. Literally, the entire thing.

"Are you stuck in a box?" "I'm stuck in a box." "And you can't get out?" "I can't get out!" "Then you need Stink Away! The all-natural, no hazard aerosol spray! Just spray it on, and in seconds you'll be gone!"

(British accent) "What's marking?" "It's when you make fun of somebody!"

"Cause we are sisters! We stand together. We make up one big family but we are not the same. Our spots are different, different colors. We make each other stronger, that ain't ever gonna change."

Rebecca: You are awesome.
Anyone else who is reading this: Don't worry. You probably won't understand what most of this meant, and that's okay.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

A Scary Story

Once upon a time, a normal, college-aged girl knew six boys. Let's call these boys Luke, Tyler, J.J., Wade, Erick, and Nathan, because those are their names. These boys were usually nice and sometimes normal. One evening, a very mean and unknown person threw a large shooter marble at their window! It broke the outside pane of their double-paned kitchen window. This normal, college-aged girl was over at their dorm at the time, and called the campus police, who came and filled out a report. The End.

Actually, it is not The End. The next night, the normal, college-aged girl was not at their dorm. She received a text message from the boys saying that another large marble came through their window. This marble broke through both panes of glass this time, and left a dent in the ceiling before landing on their kitchen floor. And so this normal, college-aged girl went over to their dorm and saw three campus policemen who took themselves very seriously. The were hardened after many brutal years of BYU campus crime, I suppose. These policemen filled out another report, put the marble in a very official evidence bag, covered the holes in duct tape, and left. The very official policemen agreed that the marble must have been shot from a slingshot or a paintball gun, and interrogated the six boys about their love lives, in order to scope out any possible suspects. However, to the disappointment of the policemen, as well as the normal, college-aged girl, these boys did not have any interesting or dramatic girlfriend problems. And so ended the search for the culprit. The End.

Yes. This story may seem to be too fantastic, too ridiculous to be true. However, I can guarantee that it is. If you do not believe me, then here is photographical evidence to prove it:

The six boys actually did not mind the incident. Yes, that may seem strange. But they actually garnered quite a good amount of attention from others, particularly girls. Here are examples of some comments they received after the incident:

"What the heck! Who would do that? That is really lame! Stupid people!"

"That is really scary, I am really sorry you guys!"

"no way! who in the world is out to get you guys?!?!"

"o my goodness i feel so bad for you guys, thats terrible. there were cops looking around outside forever tonight."

So yes. They rather enjoyed it, I think.

The End.

A Sad Story

Once upon a time, there was a normal, happy, college-aged girl. One day, all of her roommates were gone, so she turned up her "Happy Music" playlist and was singing along while straightening her hair. All of a sudden, at a very energetic part of the song, her hair-straightener slash microphone bumped into her chin, leaving a long, thin burn mark right in the middle of it. This burn mark stayed on her face for several days and looked ridiculous. Then it faded away and she got back to her normal life again. The End.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

There is no one alive who is youer than you!


"I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!"

"Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So... get on your way."

"So the writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the reader who reads."

"There's no limit to how much you'll know, depending how far beyond zebra you go."

"...ASAP. Whatever that means. It must mean, 'Act swiftly awesome pacaderm!' "

"You'll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You'll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life's a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left. And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and ¾ percent guaranteed) Kid, you'll move mountains."

"Be grateful you’re not in the forest in France
Where the average young person just hasn’t a chance
To escape from the perilous pants eating plants
But your pants are safe, you’re a fortunate guy
You ought to be shouting how lucky am I!"